0 comments/ 20981 views/ 0 favorites Watch By: Beauty_Unaffected It's one of those days, you know. Nothing pressing to do, nothing needing immediate attention, dog's been walked, cat's been fed, too cold to run, too wet to ski, no new book to delve into. So what happens? I watch as he moves around the house, doing various things that have no meaning, moving a pile of magazines from one end of the table to the other, running his fingers through his thick curls while he reads the paper, his new glasses still sliding slowly down his nose as he gazes downward. He grins as he catches me watching him and makes some comment about how he'll go in this week to get them tightened. My puzzled look back at him makes him realize I'm doing more than watching his movements. I'm having thoughts, THOSE thoughts, about his cock again. I've been obsessed with it lately...well always, but even more recently. I rise and wander to him, my hand immediately tracing down the slight bulge through his jeans, my eyes finding his as I push him back into a kitchen chair. "Again, baby?" he teasingly asks. I nod just once as I undo his fly and tug him through his shorts. His fingers curl into my hair, resting there as I engulf him with my mouth, moaning already. I suck him slowly, moving back and forth just enough to bring him to complete erection. My hand curls around the base, stroking him as I remove my mouth from his thick head, my free hand cupping his scrotum and pressing it up, my tongue lapping around it. I feel him slide closer to the edge of the hard wood chair, his hips bobbing up and down, matching the rhythm of my stroking. He'll last awhile this time, the memory of our early morning fuck still fresh in both of our minds. I pull both swelling balls into my mouth, my tongue moving around them, between them, the pressure from my lips increasing as I hear those moans of his. I nip him lightly, just to hear him suck his breath in. My hand presses the underside of his cock against my cheek, letting it rub there, my mouth now at the base of his cock, sucking tightly, my tongue working hard against that spot. His fingers grip into my hair, holding it back so he can watch it all. I become aware of the pressure against my knees, silently cursing myself for not picking out more cushioned flooring (is that available? remind me to check later). My brows crinkle slightly and he grins, knowing I'm uncomfortable, but will not relinquish the feast in my mouth until he makes me. My lips suck up the back of his cock and a split second before I swallow him again, he stops me, asking for me to just fuck him already, for god's sake, get off the floor. "Tell me how," I say, smirking down at him as I rise, his fingers yanking my jeans open and shoving them down quickly. His tongue glides against my wet lips as I step out of them. I move to straddle him in this awkward chair but he stops me, and stands up, kicking his own jeans off. He reaches down and hands me the pile of clothes while his fingers find my hard nipples, and he twists them lightly as he backs me up the stairs. I laugh out loud, knowing he's imagining someone coming in and finding us there, those uninvited guests who we've told before to just come over and visit sometime. I almost stumble before we make it to the bedroom, but he catches me right before I fall against the door frame, pushing the clothes out of my arms onto the floor. By now, my thighs are drenched, my pussy is hungry, and his cock is red, thick, beautifully hard. He walks right by me and sits on the edge of the bed. I nearly jump on him, wanting to just knock him over and drive my cunt down hard onto him, but he holds me back and tells me to turn around. I do, of course, his hands pushing my thighs apart from behind as I descend down, his cock pushing between my cheeks. We just rub together for a few minutes, increasing our lust, my head back against his shoulder, his teeth catching against my skin as he kisses me. Then, he raises me up, just a little, and tells me to guide his cock in. I grip onto him, rubbing his thick head against my clit just before pushing him back, and gratefully, he releases me, his cock impaling me, in one deep hard push from both of us. "I love this sight," he moans in my ear, and I look back at him. He gestures in front of me with his head; I look to see our reflection, in the closet door mirror, left open this morning. I see us: my legs hanging over his, his cock buried in my pussy, my clit swollen and red, his fingers kneading at my nipples. "Watch," he says. "Let me make you scream," he promises. My hands cover his as he starts to push up into me, his cock glistening as it slides in and out. He works my nipples, rolling them until I moan, tightening his grip until I whimper. One stays at my left breast while his nails scrape down my belly. I see the red streaks appear on my pale skin, and I grind down into him, eager for his fingers to find my clit. "Stop it," he admonishes me. He knows it's hard for me not to fuck him back, not to work myself on his cock. Obviously, he does not care how hard it is, and stops moving completely until I settle down, reluctantly, impatiently. "Just watch." So I do, mainly due to the fact that I need to cum, & he wants me to watch as I cum. He starts again with my nipples, tugging them harder this time, twisting them with more force, ignoring me as I plead him to touch me more. My head drops back again, and he nudges it forward with his own, telling me to just watch, and be good. I grin at him in the mirror. Be good. Only he could say that to me. My tits are bouncing now, and I can hear his shallow breath, his eyes averted away from the mirror. I know he'll cum fast if he watches too long. I nearly yell out in glee as his hand drops to my clit, rubbing it tightly between his thumb and middle finger, rolling it as he pounds up into me. His index finger starts to tap at my exposed clit, his fingers now as wet as his cock. My cunt tightens around him, I hear him groan as I cum, already, so fast, so soon. I do nothing to stop this one. My hands are gripping onto his so tight that my fingernails are white with tension. But he doesn't stop, he keeps it up, keeps rubbing at my clit, deeper now, a little faster as he fucks me. My eyes are glued to the reflection, his cock ramming up into me, his fingers keeping up the pace. He moves closer to the edge of the bed, and starts to fuck me harder, making me cry out as his head bashes over and over into my cervix. The second orgasm is much more intense, my whole being shaking from deep within. I can barely breathe as he continues to stimulate my clit, and I slip into another, and another, my juices dripping off his balls, slow, thick drops. Still, I watch, holding as still as one can while taken over the edge so far. His fingers release my clit for moment, and his hands move to my inner thighs, lifting me off him completely. I'm always amazed at the strength in his arms. I know what he wants. I reach down and find his slick cock. I hold it as he lowers me again, this time sending his prick into my ass, the tight hole straining for a second before the head pops through, making the both of us shudder and moan ridiculously loud. "Watch," he says again. I'm continuously moaning now, his fingers again moving to my clit, only this time, he pushes three deep into my hungry opening, his thumb circling the sensitive nub. He fucks me gently now, sinking deep into me with each thrust, his fingers spreading and tightening within me as his cock moves in and nearly out. His left hand presses to my cheek, and guides me up and down his shaft. My eyes are burning now, I can feel tears dripping down my face, unable to blink. I am consumed with the image, his fingers busy in my pussy, his cock huge in my tight ass. I can see the skin sliding against his shaft as he pushes me up. My own hands cover my tits, pinching my nipples. His teeth sink into my shoulder, and I know he's close, his cock throbbing deep in me. "Cum again dammit," he growls, his fingers ramming up into me. His thumb grinds against my clit, and I do, I cum so hard again, I would have fallen if he didn't have such a tight grip on me. He raises his eyes. I watch as he pushes me up, one last time, and plunges my ass down onto him. I can feel him expanding, and I scream out, his cock stretching more than he ever has, his cum blasting into me. He fucks my pussy harder, working another orgasm out of me, my ass sucking him deep into me, our bodies bouncing together. I shove his hand away from my cunt, and he feeds me his fingers, his cock still working inside of me. I can hear him grunt as he fills my ass, over and over, with lessening amounts of semen each time. I fall back against him again, and this time he holds me, he kisses me. He pulls me off him, and we climb back under the sheets, sleeping away the rest of the lazy day. Watch We're walking on the street towards our hotel, after a dinner out where there'd been a lot of teasing going on beneath the table. We're both keen to get to our room, and explore the arousal that has been building for hours. You're dressed in stylish black pinstriped pants, coupled with a black belt I can't wait to unbuckle, and a charcoal grey shirt I can't wait to unbutton. I'm wearing a buttoned fitted black coat over red dress that you know displays quite nicely the curve of my breasts, before falling to my knees. I'm struggling a little to keep up with your pace, my feet encased in new strappy red stiletto heels. As we continue along, I feel the heat of your hand move from the small of my back to my ass, gently squeezing me through the softly draped fabric, before you give me a quick little smack! I yelp a little in shocked pleasure, and quickly scan the street to see if anyone is observing us. I notice that the street is strangely empty, apart from us, and another couple slightly ahead of us on the other side of the street. That's when I realise that anyone on the street would have been much more interested in their antics than ours, as the other man isn't just fondling his partner's rear through her dress - he's actually lifted it, and his hand is under her short skirt, exposing more than a little of her ass to anyone who might be watching. I giggle and point this out to you, and you murmur to me that they are obviously in a hurry to get back to their room, to, as we see them enter the hotel building that's directly opposite ours. I turned towards you as we stop outside our hotel, putting my hand on your chest, and I lean in, pressing my lips to your neck, before I whisper that I'm even more aroused after seeing their public behaviour, and that I'd love to see what they'll get up to in private. You smile, and lead me into the lobby, into the lift, and to our room. I'm already unbuttoning my coat as I enter our room, and as you dim the lights and lock the door behind us, I cross to the large window, ready to pull the drapes closed. I'm about to do so, when your hand grips my wrist from behind. I lean back into your body, feeling your heat and arousal. You move your free hand to my abdomen, pulling me harder against you. What you tell me next sends a shiver of anticipation and pleasure through me. You had recognised the couple we'd seen outside. Early in the day, you'd been in the room alone, and had been looking out to the street, when you'd noticed some activity in the building across the way. Some rather naughty activity. "You said you'd love to see," you remind me. Still behind me, one hand reaching up towards the curve of my breasts, inside my unbuttoned coat, as my knees press against the window seat, you direct my attention to a large window almost directly opposite ours. The light is fading quickly outside, but the lights are lit in their room, and I'm immediately drawn to the movement in the window opposite. Positioned rather like ourselves, the other couple are also facing out to the street. Unlike you and I, however, they must have quickly shed their clothes as they entered their room, because her short dress is gone, and she is left only in a black lace bra, and what can only be a black lace thong (given how much of her ass we'd seen on the street). Her partner is also stripped down, clad only in black boxer briefs like the ones I know you are wearing. "They didn't waste any time!" I remark, as you pull my coat from my shoulders. "We shouldn't, either," you reply, as you turn me to face you, taking my hand to your shirt buttons. As I work free the buttons one by one, you continue to watch. At my request, you tell me what you see. You describe how he is cupping her breasts, squeezing and palming her ample breasts through the lace of her bra. Your hands are on my shoulders, fingertips trailing up and down my neck, stroking me as I finally undo that last button. As I slide my hands across your now exposed chest, your cup my face, and kiss me long and hard. I run my hands over your hot, hard chest, and try to push your shirt from your shoulders. You sense my impatience, and finish the job for me. You're momentarily distracted from your description of the couple opposite, as I bend close to lick across your nipple. But I want to know what's happening over there. Turning my back to you, I face the window again, unashamedly seeking out the couple opposite. As we watch the woman reach back and unclasp her bra, you begin to slide the zip of my dress down my back. As he bends his head to take a nipple into his mouth, you pull your belt from your pants, dropping it on the window seat in front of me. Her head falls back, and I know that she's enjoying his touch. You part the back of my dress, and ease the straps over my shoulders. I slip my arms out of the fabric, exposing the red lace of my bra not just to your eyes, but to the eyes of anyone who might be on the street, or across the way, watching us. I shift onto the soft cushion of the low window seat, on my knees, my back to you. My knees are slightly parted, and you move your body between my bent legs, and I'm forced to widen my stance. As I put one hand against the cool glass of the window, I realise I can see our reflections in the glass as clearly as I can see our "friends" across the way. I see the hungry glint in your eye as you put your arms around me, one hand to cup my breast, the other to brush against my knee as you work your hand up and beneath the soft fabric of the dress that now hangs from my waist like a skirt. I groan in anticipation as your hand glides deftly towards the core of me, as you feel how wet I am through the scant lace knickers. As you touch me, I watch her drop to her knees in front of him, her hands at his hips. We both watch intently as she tugs his boxer briefs down, freeing a very impressive erection to her, and us. I feel the touch of your tongue along my neck, as I watch her lick across the head of his cock. One hand gripping his shaft, she takes him into her mouth. "So hot," I murmur. "Us, or them?" you whisper in my ear, as you begin to pull my knickers down. "Both!" I say. "Just imagine how hot it would be if we all got together," you utter, as you pull me back from the ledge to stand, so you can pull my underwear down my legs. Stepping out of the lace, I turn towards you, and release the front clasp of my bra. Your eyes fall to my breasts, as I free them from the red lace, and then bring my palms over my tight, erect nipples, cupping my flesh. "I would love that," I admit, as you knew I would. You stroke your hand down my cheek, along my neck, and then replacing my hands with yours, bend to tease my nipple as I had earlier you, sweeping your tongue over the hard tip. But again, I want to know what I'm missing, and I hear you chuckle softly as I pull myself back from you, and turn once again to the window. You rest your chin on my shoulder, your body pressed against mine, with one hand you cup my breast, and with the other, you push my thighs apart again. We both watch as she handles and sucks his cock with relish, taking him deeper with every rise and fall of her head. "It looks like she likes to suck cock as much as you do," you tease. "And you," I reply. "I certainly wouldn't say no to him," you tell me. Now as I watch her pleasure him so well, as your fingers return to explore the increasing wetness of my cunt, I am also picturing you on your knees before him. I've always wanted to watch you with another man, and you know it. In fact, we'd even talked about this trip being the time we'd make that happen. My knees are weak at the thought of it, and I'm more aroused than ever. "Take of those pants. I want to suck your cock as she sucks his." You obligingly step back from me, and as I hear you unbuckling your belt, unzipping, I watch her still. I watch, too, the way he drops his head back in pleasure, as she continues. I hear your trousers fall to the floor just as I see him turn is head toward the window. Towards us. As you push your boxer briefs down, I see him smile. "Oh my god!" I gasp, as you again grip my hips, and press your now naked body against my back. I realise that he's not just smiling with pleasure, but because he can see us, too. Overcome with a sudden shyness, I start to pull away, but you won't let me. "You want this," you encourage. "You want to watch and be watched. Let it happen." As he places a hand on her head and guides her, his eyes still on me, on us, I smile in return. As you move to my side on the window seat, on your knees, in profile to the window, I see him lick lips. Turning slightly to you, I reach one hand to your chest, and trail down to your gorgeous cock. With your erection in my hand, I begin stroking lightly. Sitting back on my heels, one of my hands going to my clit, I bend to take you into my mouth, and you place a hand on my head in encouragement. I taste and tease, and take you as deeply as I can, your tip at the back of my throat, wanting to take you deeper. Occupied you as I am, I don't see that she has paused in her pleasuring of him, and that he is now positioning her forward against the glass of their window. Reluctantly guiding my head from your cock, knowing I wouldn't want to miss it, you gently turn my head to look out again, so that I can see that they are both watching us. I know that the fun is just beginning... Watch and Learn Penny was more likely to be called 'cute' than 'hot', but that was certainly no insult. She had an energetic smile and a delightful laugh. Her big green eyes lit up her face, and her brown hair was usually tied in pigtails. She was of average height and just a tad overweight, but a lot of that came from the shapely pair of D-cups ornamenting her chest. Her ass was also a little plump: once again--certainly no insult. She was the kind of gal a guy could date, or just be friends with, but the trick was to get the best of both worlds. But perhaps I should start at the beginning . . . When I had registered to attend classes at Fontana Community College, I was excited about the possibilities it would give me. The few friends I had had left home right after high school, and the prospect of meeting new people was all I thought I would have to look forward to. Between my classes and my job, my schedule was already filled for the summer, but I had high hopes that college would show me the good times I had missed out on during high school. As it turned out, the few weeks after I'd graduated were the best of my life. My courses hadn't started yet, and so I simply worked all day, every day. But there was a new shining light that had moved in right next-door: Autumn. For weeks now, Autumn and I had developed an erotic, if not strange, relationship. Hinged solely on our love for voyeurism and exhibitionism, this relationship took place behind our own bedroom windows as we masturbated for, and with each other. We had never met, never spoken, but I, for one, had never felt such lust for anyone ever before. When the semester began, however, my classes were severely cutting into the time I had been spending watching, or performing for, my redheaded beauty. I only had school three days a week, but since I worked during the day, I had to schedule most of my courses early in the morning, and late at night. On some days, then, Autumn was asleep both when I left and when I came home. All of the excitement my dick had been getting was suddenly reduced by half. It was the Monday of my fourth week, and I was taking my last class of the day, Biology. This had been the hardest course I'd signed up for, as it also had a required, 2-hour-a-week lab. Mine was scheduled on Friday evening. Yeah--lucky me. For the labs, we were paired up with someone and were to do all of our semester projects together. I got stuck with some boneheaded guy at first, but when he dropped out after the first week, a girl that had been the odd-gal-out in a group of three joined me to make things square. Which brings me to Penny. We hit it off immediately. Though she had mentioned having a boyfriend right away, she still seemed rather flirty with me. During our classes and lab, we would share notes, make jokes about the instructor's dull, monotone drawl, and talk about all sorts of topics. In the short time I had known her, I already counted several major things Penny and I had in common: We were both generally shy, most of our friends had moved away, we lived with our sisters, and we thought all of the other people in our Biology class were total stuffed shirts. This last one was most important, as it meant that if something were to happen to Penny's boyfriend, then I at least had the upper hand over my fellow classmates on snatching her up. Yes, I was already thinking about going further with Penny, but mostly we were just having fun. Though there was definite flirting going on from both sides, there wasn't much sexual tension in our friendship. Until Monday's class ended, that is. . . We had just left the classroom, and I was expecting to part ways as we always did, but Penny followed alongside me. "Gavin, do you think our journals are complete enough?" For our lab, we were keeping journals to record the progress of plants we were growing in different soils. It was our first major project, but I was a little taken aback that Penny had mentioned it now. We usually didn't bring up class unless we were going to make a joke about it. But she sounded serious--concerned, even. "I don't know," I said. "What do you mean by 'complete'?" "I mean, I saw the two short guys writing in theirs, and it was like pages long for each day." Now I understood her concern. The 'two short guys' were generally regarded as the smart students--always answering questions, showing off various useless knowledge, etc. So the idea was, if you wanted a good grade, they were the example. If their daily journals were pages long, our paragraph-long passages weren't going to raise any eyebrows. "You think we should beef ours up?" I asked. She nodded. "I mean, we can do a lot of it from memory, but some of it we'll have to just guess and make up the rest. If you're okay with that." "Shit, I don't care. But we'll never have time in lab to do it. You want to get together Friday night?" I didn't even realize I was asking her out until the sentence had left my mouth. Sure, it was for class, but-- "Yeah, I could do that. But, you're free, right? I don't want to fuck up your weekend or anything." "No, no. My weekends are . . . this will be a high point," I laughed, and I swear I saw Penny blush. Technically, it was true. Autumn was still my weekend's highest point, but a 'class date' with Penny would be far more exciting than anything else that went on. Hoping to understand her true intentions, I wondered if Penny was going to tell her boyfriend about our plans. But I dared not ask. I didn't want to be caught assuming anything and ruining a perfectly good friendship. The week dragged on as usual, but come Friday night, I was shifting in my seat restlessly as I waited for lab to end. For the whole two hours, I dreamed about what the night might become; imagining Penny saying 'to hell with my boyfriend' and throwing herself at me. Her clothes helped my fantasy, as she wore tight jeans that hugged her ass, and a shirt with a large v-neck that offered a generous view of her cleavage. When I looked at her across the table, I couldn't help but try and picture what those massive tits would look like naked, with my hands squeezing them. The thoughts affected me externally, too--and I don't just mean the erection that wouldn't go away. I was quieter, and she seemed to notice, because she'd break the silence with questions about 'how I was doing'. We weren't having quite as much fun as we usually did. In short, we were at least pretending to pay full attention to the instructor. I considered the possibility that I had ruined the friendship and any chance of something more; my irrational hopes had bred tension, and I was no longer the guy Penny had been so friendly with. I feared that my nerves had gotten the best of me. My only shred of hope rested on the fact that Penny, too, seemed a little nervous, but no less pleasant. Plus, we were still on for the meeting after class . . . "Oh, shoot," Penny said, snapping shut her cell phone. Lab had ended, and we were gathering up our things. "That was my sister. We can't go to my place. She's having a 'friend' over." For a moment I panicked. Was this the truth or just her way of getting out of tonight? "We could go to like a coffee shop or something," she offered, "but those places are always so distracting to me." "Me, too," I agreed. Then, clinging to hope, "We could go to my place." "Oh yeah, that'd be cool. You live closer than I do anyway, right?" "Yeah, a little." Good. So we were still on. Now I wasn't even thinking about sex. I was just relieved she was still my friend and hadn't been 'weirded-out' by my odd behavior. "My sister and I split up the house," I continued. "The whole main floor is basically mine, so we won't be bothered." "Great," she said, and we headed for the door. "But can I ask you one thing? Can we stop for dinner first? I'm starving." "Absolutely." We met at a fast-food place for a quick bite, and then drove on to my house. For the next couple hours, we sat in my bedroom at my desk and turned our five-or-so sentences a day journal into a small booklet full of mostly redundant information. But it looked and sounded good--at least A-minus material. And it had gone so smoothly that we continued to sit there, talking and drinking beer, for another hour. Neither of us drank much, but we were getting looser, flirtier, and touchier with each other. Only my small desk lamp was on, so the room was dark, adding to the mood. Finally, the topic turned in a wild new direction. "This is fun," she said, laughing and patting my knee. "Usually I hate meeting new guys." "Why?" "Because of these," and she pointed at her breasts and laughed. "It's the only reason most guys want to talk to me, and I hate that. Because they're usually boring, or just jerks, and so they're no fun. I want to be with someone I can talk to." "And that's why you're with your boyfriend?" I asked. "Because you two can talk?" "No," she said with a wave of her hand. "That's why I make-up my boyfriend." "You what?" "I know. It's shows how completely insecure I am. But I don't like building relationships on first impressions. So I always tell guys I have a boyfriend and I'm in love with him, and all this, and if the guy knows that and he still pays attention to me, you know, if he puts his time in, then I know he likes me for me." I was floored by what Penny had just revealed to me, but I was even more excited about why she revealed it. It seemed obvious, with her hand now resting on my upper thigh, that she wanted me to know she was single so I would know to make my move, if I was so inclined. I put my arm around her. "So what do you think I like you for?" I asked with a smile. Before she could respond, a light flipping on outside my window interrupted us. Autumn! I had completely forgotten, and assumed she was asleep, or out somewhere. Apparently she had been out, and was just getting back, as she dropped her jacket on a chair and kicked off her shoes. She was just as beautiful as ever, with her curly red hair and milky white skin. She wore a short brown skirt that was just long enough to hide the bottoms of her ass cheeks. Her maroon spaghetti-strap top was so tight that I could easily make out the nipples on her full, B-cup breasts. Last but not least were her high heels--the first time I had seen her wearing them--which made Autumn's long, naked legs look even longer. She never looked my way, but I was terrified about what this could turn into. If Autumn didn't realize I had company and started to play for me in her window . . . I looked at Penny to see if she had taken any notice. She had. "Your neighbor?" she said, more a statement than a question. I just nodded, looking away from the window and pretending not to be interested. "She's very pretty. Does she always leave her shades open?" "I don't know," I lied. I stood up and moved to my window. "But mine usually aren't open, and I'm not usually home, and--" As I reached for the cord to pull my blinds shut, I saw something that made my heart skip a beat and my body to freeze. It was a guy walking into Autumn's bedroom. The guy looked to be a couple of years older, maybe 21. He wore all black, including a leather jacket and slicked hair with sideburns. He might as well have just come from a 'Grease' audition. He was tall, with a decent build, and seemed to be making himself comfortable right away. He tossed his own jacket onto the chair and moved to Autumn, took her in his arms, and kissed her full on the mouth. I was devastated. True, ours hadn't exactly been an exclusive relationship. At least, I knew I hadn't been exclusive. There was one young woman--a customer at my job--who had given me the best fuck of my life, although she was only the second I'd ever had. Sex wasn't something I was going to just pass up. Besides, I figured Autumn and I had to have our own lives away from our windows, and I told myself I wouldn't mind if she had some fun of her own, too. It wasn't like we were dating. But I never considered having to see Autumn having that fun. I was suddenly filled with jealousy, but I was also feeling very inadequate. This guy was bigger than me, older than me, more traditionally handsome than I was, and he was in Autumn's bedroom, groping her. Maybe I was just something to tease, I thought. Maybe Autumn was just using me. Perhaps she never intended for us to meet. I was just going to be the little secret boy in her window that performed for her like some spineless jester. "Oh my God!" Penny whispered excitedly. "They're going to get it on!" She got up from the desk, then switched off the lamp, leaving us hidden in darkness. She joined me at the window, with a huge smile on her face. "You think they'll leave the shades open?" I didn't answer. The possibilities of having misread this whole relationship with Autumn was consuming my mind. I had to take control, calm down, and think this through. No, I wasn't just her toy. She performed for me just as much. And she always had such a sweet, friendly demeanor about her. I couldn't accept the notion of her being scandalous. And then, as I stared, watching her passionately kiss this stranger in full view, I saw Autumn open her eyes and look right at me. It was too dark in my room for her to see me, but our eyes seemed to lock anyway. And then she broke the kiss, hugged Grease closer to her, and smiled my way. "Oh, no!" Penny said. She ducked around the side of the window, but I didn't move. "Did she see us?" Slowly, it was coming to me. I was beginning to understand, even if I didn't yet fully accept it. Autumn wanted me to see this, but not to tease me--at least, not in a bad way. She wanted to give me something new to watch. A sly grin spread across my face. "No," I said, gesturing for Penny to come out of hiding. "She didn't see us." Grease turned and stood facing the window as Autumn slid down the front of him to her knees. She worked his pants open and his half-erect cock popped out. Autumn took it in her hand, slowly stroking it to life. Then, when it was standing straight out to her, she took the head of the cock in her mouth. Autumn sucked on it, just like a Popsicle, and Grease rolled his head back in pleasure. Autumn guided him to sit back on the bed, making sure he was sitting at such an angle to make all the action visible through the windows. She grabbed his dick, which was now red and throbbing, and pulled it to the side so that she could lick up and down his length. Once he was coated with her saliva, she took him in her mouth again, this time going down on him all the way. Her head bobbed up and down as she sucked him, and he gently held her head in his hands. "This is so hot," Penny said. Her eyes never left the window. She was breathing heavier, and she was unconsciously tracing the top of her cleavage with her finger. She licked her lips, and they glistened in the faint moonlight. Meanwhile, Autumn was still sucking Grease, bobbing on him faster and faster. Then she took his cock out of her mouth and licked and sucked his balls, still stroking his wet shaft with her hand. With his eyes shut tight and his teeth bared and clenched, Grease looked like he was about to lose it. He reached down for her breasts and squeezed them through her shirt, then let go and tried pulling her shirt off. Autumn released his cock and leaned back just long enough to let him pull her skimpy top off, then went back to tonguing his balls. Her beautiful tits swung free, her nipples already hard. Autumn's skin was so smooth and milky white, I could almost feel her soft, warm skin by just looking at her. Despite seeing another man taking pleasure with my dream girl, I was getting very, very aroused. A movement to my side caught my attention, and I remembered Penny. I turned to look at her, expecting her to be just as before--captivated by the unbelievable show across the yard. However, when I looked, she was looking right back at me. Her eyes glistened as much as her full, wet lips, and they were sending an undeniable signal of lust, want, and need. I realized I must have looked the same way to her. Without hesitation, I leaned forward and kissed her deeply. Our hot tongues wrestled in each other's mouth, and our hands fearlessly explored each other's bodies. It was such a perfect kiss. We were so in sync with each other. There were no fumbling or bumping noses. It was as if we had rehearsed this for days. I pulled Penny close, feeling her huge breasts against me. As if this sudden development wasn't enough of a surprise, I felt Penny grab my hard-on through my pants. I moaned in shock and broke the kiss, already wondering where I should place my lips next. Penny had other ideas. Still holding my erection, she looked back to the window. I followed her gaze, and we were just in time to see Grease reaching his orgasm. Autumn was sucking him fast and hard. His face was bright red, and his teeth still clenched. Every now and then Autumn would take him out of her mouth, look up at him, and say a few words. I could only imagine the filthy things she must have been saying. Then Grease opened his mouth wide. Autumn was talking to him at that exact moment, but she dipped her head down to try and get him in her mouth again before he came. Too late. A long stream of white jizz shot out from Grease's cock. But Autumn was quick and close, and she caught nearly the entire stream in her mouth. The rest stuck to her chin as she deep throated him, holding him with her lips as he shuddered from his orgasm. Certainly, he was filling Autumn's mouth with cum, as his hips still bucked with purpose, and her throat gave no indication that she was swallowing. "Oh, fuck!" Penny said under her breath. She was so mesmerized, I doubt she even knew she had said it out loud. Moments later, after his climax had subsided, Grease sat up fully on the bed, unbuttoned his shirt, and pulled Autumn up toward him. She released his softening dick from her mouth and quickly moved up to kiss him. As her lips neared his, her mouth opened and a big glob of cum spilled onto her breast and his chest. Grease took no notice, and kissed her passionately. "Holy shit!" Penny whispered. "They're swapping! My God this is so fucking hot." I was a little shocked myself. I had never seen this before, and while I wasn't too sure about trying it myself, Autumn definitely made it intensely erotic to see. As they hungrily kissed each other, more cum spilled from their lips, landing on their chests. Then they stopped, and Autumn pushed Grease so he was laying back on the bed again. It's her turn, I thought, and looked over at Penny to see her reaction. She was not looking back, but was actually pulling out of my hug and moving down to my cock. She kneeled and, just as Autumn had done to Grease a short time earlier, unzipped my pants and pulled my erection to freedom. She stared at it and stroked it as she spoke. "I hope this is okay. . . I have to--" Penny cut herself off as she shoved my throbbing cock into her mouth. The sensations and the memory of what I had just seen were nearly enough to send me to orgasm right then, but I managed to hold back. Penny's mouth was hot and her tongue felt like it was everywhere at once, swirling and squeezing and stroking my entire length. Her head was bobbing on me, but I felt like she had me deep in her throat the whole time. I glanced up, back out the window, and saw Autumn was now completely naked except for her high heels. She was leaning against the wall, her perfect ass facing the window, and Grease was on his back beneath her, greedily lapping at her wet pussy. Autumn arched her back a little more with each lick, and Grease's limp dick was already beginning to stir again. I closed my eyes and groaned as Penny suddenly took me even deeper into her throat. Looking down, I couldn't even see my cock anymore, just her pretty face pressed hard against my groin. My knees went weak, and I gripped the window edging to keep my balance. Penny bobbed only slightly back and forth on me, jerking me off with her throat. The thought was enough to make me cum. The sensations were enough to make me explode. Watch and Learn "I can't take it anymore," I warned. "Ah, Penny! I'm gonna cum!" She stopped deep-throating me and gave me two more full-length bobs before I began shooting. Jerking me with her hand, Penny directed my cock at her face and her open mouth just in time, and I blew my hot seed all over her. "Yes!" she called out. "Yes! Yes! Cum!" String after string of white, sticky cum blasted from my red-hot cock and onto Penny's face. One string alone hit her nose, her cheek, and her forehead. Another went half into her mouth, hitting her outreached tongue, and half onto her chin. Her face was being plastered, and thick gobs dripped and splashed down onto her cleavage, disappearing under her shirt. More ran in streams across her cheeks and down her neck. When I had finished shooting, Penny took me back in her mouth to make sure I was dry. She sucked whatever was left out of me, and my body trembled in post-orgasmic bliss. When she released me, I leaned back against the wall, and tried to catch my breath. Penny peeked out the window again and saw Autumn getting eaten out. My cum was still dripping from her face when she looked at me, smiling. "You going to do me now?" "You bet I am," I answered. "You want me to get a towel?" "No," she said. And she took a finger and drew it across her face, collecting the cum and pushing it to her waiting tongue. "This is mine." And then she smiled again. I pushed off from the wall and headed toward my bed, but Penny didn't follow me. She grabbed my arm and nodded toward the window. "Do it here," she said. "So I can watch." It sounded good to me, and I said so. Penny undressed quickly. Her eyes were either looking out the window, or at me as I took off my own clothes. I found it funny that Grease and Autumn--the couple who had started this whole thing--were wearing more than we were. To get comfortable, I pulled my desk chair to the window and had Penny sit in it. This way she could spread her legs while watching the action next door to give me the best possible access to her sweet candy center. Penny's body was amazing. As I said earlier, she had a little meat on her, and her tits were quite large. She had big, erect nipples sprouting from huge, pink areolas. Her pussy was neatly trimmed, and her lips were wet and waiting for me. Just as she had taken my cock so quickly into her mouth, I dove in to Penny's pussy, licking her all up and down like a man obsessed. She tasted sweet, and was incredibly wet. "Damn, that feels good, Gavin," she moaned. "It's been so long since I've been--" Then I heard her make a slurping sound, and assumed she must be cleaning more cum off of her face and licking her fingers. It was enough to make my dick jump. I felt a rush of relief and excitement as I realized my engines were already starting up again. I continued eating her, sticking my tongue deep into her cunt and moving it in circles, licking her vaginal walls. Then I'd lick and kiss at her lips. I felt one of Penny's hands press hard into my back as I teased her big clit with the tip of my tongue. Her breathing grew faster and faster, helping my dick to become erect again already. Reaching up, I squeezed and massaged her massive tits. Then I felt something wet and slippery, realized it was probably my cum, and used it to oil up her nipples and play with them. "Oh, I'm already so close," she said, gasping. "Don't fucking stop!" A few seconds more of this, and I knew she'd orgasm. I sucked furiously on her clit, and I thought she was there. "Oh shit!" she said. "Oh, she's cumming!" I took me a second to realize Penny was talking about Autumn. As much as I wanted to see that sexy redhead cum, nothing could pry me from the Heaven I was burying my face in. Or so I thought. Penny pulled my head from her wet crotch. "Watch," she said, still panting. "You can't miss this!" I turned and watched as Autumn rode Grease's face to an explosive orgasm. She slapped her hands against the wall, then grabbed his head and pulled him into her cunt even deeper, wildly bucking the whole time. I heard her muffled screams of pleasure. Then Autumn fell off of him and she laid on her back on the bed, catching her breath. Grease was not about to delay, however. He wiped his wet face with his hand, then crawled on top of her. In this position, they were both facing the window. Autumn was hanging half-way off the bed, so her head was upside-down, and her flaming red hair cascaded down to the floor. Her breasts hung towards her neck, pointing right at Penny and I. And then her whole body started jerking as Grease began to fuck her. "Come on," Penny said, getting up off the chair. "We have to catch up." I stood up and Penny pushed me back against the wall next to the window. She kissed me hard, and though I could still taste what had to be the remnants of my own cum, her face felt clean of most all of it. Not wasting a second, Penny gripped my hard cock and guided it into her sopping wet pussy. I grabbed her naked ass firmly, and still standing up, we began fucking. I expected to start slow, but Penny was so wet, there was no need for it. And we were both so hot, there was no want for anything but fast, hard, and deep. Penny's orgasm came as a surprise. She was so worked up from me licking her that it only took a few deep strokes before she toppled over the edge. She hugged me close and lifted her feet off the ground, then wrapped them tightly around me. I wasn't expecting it, and almost fell over, but my powerful lust helped me to regain my balance. I was so turned on by this animalistic passion that I just moved by instinct. I held her tightly to me, turned around, and slammed her into the wall. "Oh, fuck, yes!" she cried out, and she moaned loudly over and over again. I pushed her against the wall repeatedly, driving myself into her deeply with each thrust. She raised herself up, allowing me to bury my face in her huge tits. I licked at her heaving flesh, still fucking her hard up against the wall. I didn't know if Penny was having multiple orgasms or if she was still on the first, but I was sure that she was having the fuck of her life. I looked out the window again. Autumn was being ravaged just as hard by Grease. In fact, she had been fucked almost completely off her bed. The top of her head rested on the carpet, her tits hung and flopped just above, and Grease pounded into her pussy on the edge of the mattress. She was practically balancing on her head, with Grease drilling her from above. Autumn's mouth suddenly shot open, and her body bounced around with even more energy than before. I didn't hear her scream, but I was sure she was cumming again. Then Grease clenched his teeth again, and he pulled out of Autumn's cunt and grabbed his dick as another load of cum shot out of him. It splashed down Autumn's entire body, living white streaks on her cunt, down her stomach, across both breasts, and even all the way down to her face and hair. Driven by the scene, and wanting to achieve the same ending, I turned my attention back to Penny. She was still being rocked by orgasm, and I still wasn't sure what number she had reached. But I could feel the tightening in balls, signaling that I was about to reach my second one. I pulled her down so I could kiss her, and I fucked her harder against the wall as my tongue twirled in her mouth. Penny was still shouting, still gasping, not forming words until-- "Cum, Gavin! Fucking cum in me!" That did it. I grunted and lost control, slamming into Penny's cunt and ramming her into the wall with a speed I never thought possible. I came into her warm, wet pussy and I felt the juice surge around my cock as I filled her up. We never broke our kiss as I pumped every last drop of jizz into that beautiful, tight cunt. After several seconds, I was so out of strength that I simply collapsed, letting Penny fall on top of me. After assuring her that I was okay, she smiled at me with that contagious smile of hers, and laughed. "You think we can top that?" "I don't know," I said. "But if I can spend the rest of my life just trying, I'll die a very happy man." "My God," she said to herself. "My whole body is going to be sore tomorrow." "Sorry about that. I got a little carried away." "That's the only way to do it," she laughed. Penny excused herself to the bathroom, leaving me to gather our clothes and turn down the bed. I wasn't expecting either of us to be ready for another round for some time, but having Penny stay over was the surest way to take advantage of the next opportunity at the very moment it arrived. I moved to the window to shut the shade, and saw Autumn walking back into her room, still naked and now alone. Apparently she had walked Grease to the door, because his coat was gone. I knew Autumn was assuming that I had watched her, but she probably had no idea that I was with another girl, or that I had mimicked her whole session with that girl. Yet somehow I knew that, if Autumn did know, it would have pleased her immensely. And I also knew that someday I would have to return the favor by giving Autumn a show just as she had given me. But for now, Penny was all mine. I decided to leave the window shade open, and watched as Autumn smiled, waved toward me, then turned out her lights. Watch & See Watch And See – The Chronicles Of Donna, Part One The winter air was frigid on her neck as she hurried past the row of streetlamps casting weak yellow circles on the icy asphalt. Donna hated working the night shift, but until she earned her degree, she was stuck making her living as a cocktail waitress. She really didn't mind the work, it gave her mind a break from the computer classes that seemed to take all of her concentration. The tips were great. Often, she'd come home on a Friday or Saturday night with over two hundred dollars in her purse, and feet so tired they ached. She slid into the driver's seat of her 10 year old Fiat and prayed as she turned the key in the ignition, hoping the little Italian excuse for a car would actually start. When the engine caught, she breathed out softly...watching her breath frost in the weak light. With the radio turned up, and the heater blasting, she reversed out of her parking space and made her way to the two bedroom apartment she shared with her classmate Lisa. She was almost thawed out as she pulled up to her parking space and found someone else's car parked half in, and half out of the lines. She swore a rather un-ladylike curse when she saw the expensive sportscar, and went to park in the visitor's parking. Her mood was not much improved as she opened the apartment door and saw a trail of women's clothes scattered across the living-room. Lisa was a sweetheart, but sometimes Donna was hard pressed not to shriek at her like an old fishwife when she saw the condition of the apartment after working a 6 hour shift on her feet. She started to pick up the clothes, but she decided the hell with it, Lisa could pick up after her own damn self. Donna moved tiredly into her bedroom, and was immediately soothed by the cool blues and soft peach colors that might have overwhelmed her if not for the oversized bed with the snowy white down comforter and crisp blue pillows. She stripped down to her bra and panties, and lay full out on the comfortable bed, letting her body relax fully as her mind wound down from the evening's hectic pace. She must have fallen asleep, because the next thing she became aware of was her roommate's muffled scream. She leapt up from her bed and stumbled to the doorway, heart pounding fast in her chest as she raced for Lisa's door. Her hand was just turning the knob, when she heard the unmistakable moans of a woman and man engaged in sexual play. It was too late to stop the momentum of her hand and the door opened slightly. Donna started to pull the door closed, but for some reason her body refused the demands of her mind, and her eyes went to the bed in one corner of Lisa's messy bedroom. She watched with a thudding heart as the man (she couldn't see his face) was poised over the wildly squirming Lisa, his erect cock hovering over her belly...the veins standing out on his arms as he teased her with the dark red tip, drawing it slowly over her tight stomach. Donna felt her body flame as she watched the way her roommate's eyes followed every movement her partner made, greediness shining in their hazel depths, and her tongue peeking out from between kiss-swollen lips. The man straddled Lisa's tummy...his cock level with her pebble-hard nipples. Lisa raised her head and reached for the bulbous head, her tongue making contact with the drop of pre-cum already shining at the slit. "Oh yes..." The man's voice sent shockwaves through her body. Butter soft and lightly accented...just enough to send a warm surge of excitement to Donna's groin. She could feel the crotch of her panties getting moister by the moment as she watched. She never considered herself a voyeur, but this...this was definitely turning her on. He surged his hips – sending the head of his cock deep into Lisa's frantically clinging mouth. Donna was breathed fast and shallow in the doorway, her knees trembling with desire as Lisa curled one slender hand around the base of his thickness and squeezed. When Lisa's other hand crept toward her pussy and slipped two fire-engine red fingernails between her puffy lips, Donna sank slowly to the carpeting outside the door, and spread her own legs. Just as Donna's fingers slipped into her panties and separated the folds of her pussy, she looked up and caught Lisa's eye. Lisa was watching her through the crack of the door, and from the smoky look in her eyes, Donna knew she was excited by her audience. Donna's fingers pulled quickly from her panties and a deep blush stained her cheeks at being caught watching. She scrambled up and quickly returned to her bedroom. She was wildly excited and embarrassed at the same time. She laid back down on her bed, and lifted her breasts over the top of her bra cups...the tight material lifting them high and giving her lips access to their rosy peaks. Her tongue flicked out and reached for her nipple as long fingers reached into her nightstand drawer, and pulled out her vibrator. It had a stainless steel shaft and variable power settings...from a low throbbing hum, to a highly intense vibration. She set the vibe to low, and gently slid the smooth shaft through the lips of her pussy, feeling the throb deep in her belly. Donna moaned deep in her throat as the pulse neared her sensitive clit, but she pulled it back before making contact. She knew that as stimulated as she was, it would only take a little bit to send her over the edge. By this time, the crotch of her panties was soaked through, but Donna left them on, enjoying the feel of wet silk brushing her pubic hair. She pulled the elastic farther away from her opening, leaving it exposed to the cool air as she slipped the tip of the vibe into her hole. She shuddered as the cold metal entered her warm cavity and slid easily in the slippery wetness. She twisted her wrist, and the vibration turned up a notch. Her knees drew up and she gave a savage thrust...burying the now pulsing vibe to its hilt. Her head arched back as she began to pump her silver cock in and out of her steamy cunt. She no longer cared about her moans, she expected the other couple was too busy to even hear her. She felt it building...that all consuming fire that would flash from her pussy clear out to the tips of her fingers. Her leg muscles locked and her back arched several inches from the surface of the bed. She was cumming, and there was no stopping the lightning as her body bucked and writhed in pleasure. "God, that's sexy." The voice was ragged, and very male. Her eyes flew open to see Lisa and her incredibly handsome partner standing in her open doorway. Both were nude, and the man's cock was so hard it was standing away from his body, twitching as he watched Donna cum. For a moment, Donna wanted to grab a robe and cover her wide open body...but the naked lust in Lisa and her partner's face forbade it. So instead, she slowly pulled the slick vibrator out of her pussy, and brought it to her lips. Her eyes traveled back and forth between the two sexy young people, watching their reactions as she slipped the musky vibrator into her mouth. The man couldn't stop himself as he walked across the floor, kneeled on the bed next to her, and started licking her fingers and the base of the vibrator. When he reached her lips, he kissed her deeply, his tongue seeking out every crevice of her hot mouth. Donna kissed him back, just as deeply and with just as much naked desire. His hand reached for the tight material of her bra and yanked it open. His palm closed warm and tight over her left breast and Donna arched into his touch. Her legs were still spread wide open, and she felt a warmth stir the soft nest of curls between her thighs. She jumped just slightly when the warm breath was replaced by Lisa's tongue. Donna had NEVER experienced anything like this in her entire life, and if asked an hour before if she would ever consider such a thing, the answer would have been a resounding no. But right now...right at this very moment, she luxuriated in the feel of two people loving her this way. Lisa's tongue seemed to unerringly find her most sensitive spots...flicking here, lapping gently there, every now and then sucking on a lobe or lip or clit. Donna closed her eyes and allowed them to taste, touch, and kiss almost every inch of her tingling body. She felt as if there were more than just these two, Lisa's tongue seemed to be everywhere at once. The contrast between a woman's touch and the stranger's touch only added to the pleasure. His fingers felt work-roughened on the sensitive skin inside her thighs as he ran his hands down to her knees, then back up to slide between the crevices of her pussy...probing deep into her hole when he reached it. He lowered his mouth to her and slurped up her juice, licking fast while her hips bucked, then slow when she began to tremble. Always keeping her right on the edge of orgasm. Donna's eyes opened in surprise as she smelled a woman's scent directly over her face. Lisa was straddling her face, with her pussy lips spread open and glistening. Donna was tentative at first, but when Lisa moaned and ground her pussy onto Donna's tongue, she started lapping and nibbling in pure enjoyment. The Stranger leaned back and watched the two women...his cock throbbing with the need to cum, but thrilled with the actions of Donna and Lisa. He told Lisa to lie down and let Donna eat her...Lisa obeyed, and Donna bent eagerly to her task, holding open the lips of Lisa's pussy with her fingers as she fucked her with her tongue. Donna's butt was raised up, and the man had a perfect view of her oh-so-wet pussy as she concentrated on bringing Lisa to orgasm. He couldn't stand it any longer, and placed the head of his cock just inside Donna's pussy. Immediately, she pushed back with her hips, taking the full length of him in one stroke. She shuddered. His hands grasped the full cheeks of her ass, and he pulled almost all the way out before slamming himself against her again. God, she was so tight and so fucking wet! Donna turned her head to the side to the mirror mounted on the stand in the corner of the bedroom, and caught a glimpse of the erotic tableau they made as they pleasured each other...the man's face straining as he held himself in check, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy...her face between her roommate's sexy thighs as Lisa's head rolled back and forth in pleasure. Donna didn't think it was possible, but the sight in the mirror turned her on even more. Her hips started rocking back and forth in perfect unison with his ramming hips...meeting him with a vicious thrust of her pelvis. His fingers dug deep into her ass cheeks, his nails leaving crescent indentations in the soft skin. He pulled out...if he hadn't, he'd have spent his load deep in her pussy, and what he desired more than anything was to come in her ass. His cock was coated with her thick juice, shiny and slick. He buried two fingers deep in her pussy, twisting them back and forth, getting them slick and gooey. He gently probed the tight ring of her ass with his forefinger. He heard Donna moan between Lisa's thighs, and her tongue sped up it's action on the other girl's clit...flicking it fast from the underside. Lisa was squirming and almost crying with pleasure. He could tell that his probing finger was giving Donna incredible pleasure. He pressed the tip of his finger against her hole, increasing the pressure as it began to slip into the tight heat of her. Her ass tightened on his finger, but he kept up the steady pressure until she relaxed. The finger was inserted about halfway when he saw her pussy flare. The juice was now dripping down the inside of her thighs. The more he pushed, the more her ass gripped his finger. God, this woman was soooo hot. He started to pump his finger in and out of her ass...slowly adding the second finger. Her hips were circling while her mouth kept up its steady assault on Lisa's burning pussy. Finally, he removed his fingers and placed the head of his cock against her tight, dark pucker. He slowly but firmly pushed his hips forward. He felt her resistance, but like before, also felt her ass open and accept his throbbing cock. He groaned as the entire head slipped past the tight ring, and the muscles of her ass held him like a tight leather glove. He kept pushing...she accepted all he had to give. Finally, his balls nestled up against the wet fur of her pussy. He was buried to the hilt in her ass, and he was jerking with excitement. He watched as Donna started finger fucking Lisa...her painted fingernails disappearing in the other girl's wetness. Lisa could hold out no longer, and started screaming out in pleasure. Her fingers grabbed Donna's head and held her tight to her bucking crotch as she came. He groaned again and started fucking Donna's tight ass. Slowly at first, but with increasing speed as she rhythmically clenched on his turgid cock. His hands gripped her hip bones as he pulled her tighter against him. Donna was delirious with lust as he pulled all the way out, then slammed himself back deep in her butt. She felt the fire licking along her thighs and crotch...her fingers reached for her clit as he fucked her ass. One stroke, two strokes, and she was whirling into a cataclysmic orgasm. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back as he rammed his cock into her. Her body arched up and she felt his balls slapping furiously on her pussy as he gave a final plunge of his hips and spurted his load deep in her ass. It felt like an eternity...hot thick liquid spurting inside of her, her ass clenching and forcing the jism back out of her even as he shot another stream. The insides of her thighs were sticky with their combined juice when he finally let go of her hair and pulled his still semi-hard cock from her deep inside her bowels. They collapsed in a heap on her bed. Three bodies sated and exhausted. Donna turned to look at Lisa and was surprised to see a look of embarrassment on the other girl's face. "I'm sorry, Donna." Lisa said in remorse, "but seeing you watch us...getting all excited...we just couldn't resist when we heard your moans in here." Donna just smiled and told her, "Lisa...it's okay. Trust me." Then she looked over, held out her hand to the man that had so thoroughly fucked her and said, "Hi...I'm Donna, and who might you be?" He chuckled and said, "I'm George, Donna...and I'm very pleased to meet you. Watch and Weep I don't know why I suddenly wanted to break up with my girlfriend Shelly. One day I was perfectly happy and content with our year old relationship, the next I wasn't. Why, I would later ask myself? But it was a question I could never answer. Shelly was an attractive girl, dark haired, tall and vivacious. We had fun together, both inside the bedroom and out of it. The fact that we'd lived together in harmony for the last eight months should have meant something, but in the end it didn't mean a thing. The day that I told Shelly I was leaving was difficult, for she had no inkling that it was all over. The hurt on her face would haunt me for a long time, as would her tears and the desperation of her cries of frustration and anger. But, I simply walked out of her life with the same ease that I'd entered it. It was not without guilt that I left, but it was with the realisation that our relationship was never going anywhere. If I was going to leave; the sooner and better it would be for both of us. I set up residence in a small apartment and then got on with life. My stock broking work kept me focused, and I put in a huge amount of hours to keep my mind away from Shelly. There were times when I got lonely, and in the early days of our break up there was some temptation to reply to her many messages on my cell phone. But I stood firm, for I knew no good would ever come of it. I remained lonely and celibate, but with my integrity and pride in tact. For company, I joined the single men's club at the company I worked for, and what I missed out on sex, I made up with booze and male company. A few months after our break up, a small package arrived for me at work. It was with some unease that I opened it, for Shelly's neat handwritten address was easily recognisable. Inside was a DVD case, the disc inside was labelled, 'Watch and Weep.' I was tempted to have a quick look at it on my office PC, but I had a premonition that the contents were for private eyes only. My concerns were to prove well justified. With great curiosity I left work early after telling the boss I wasn't feeling too good. My previous good work and reliability was never in doubt, and my boss waved me off home with a stern order to look after myself. I pulled the curtains when I got home, then turned on the TV and slipped the DVD into the player. A few seconds later, the screen flickered to life and I recognised the familiar couch in the lounge of Shelly's flat. A few seconds later, Shelly entered the picture and sat down. It was the first time I'd seen her since I'd walked out, and my heart gave a little flutter. She leaned forward and smiled at the screen through her beautifully made up face. My eyes dropped to her nice brown legs which appeared from a short flared skirt that I liked her to wear back then. With her knees together, I couldn't see what delights I knew were above. "Hi Sean." were her first words. "I just wanted you to know that I'm over you, and I don't think about you now, well not much anyway. I'm having real fun these days, I've met a few guys, and well, you know what happens. Do you remember Troy, the barman from Dukes? I've been seeing a bit of him lately, in fact he's right here now." Shelly looked up and away from the camera, "Hey Troy, its time for you to come and sit beside me." A second later, Troy joined Shelly on the couch, he smiled and waved at the camera, and of course me. Troy was a big dark guy who had the hots for Shelly. Whenever she went to the bar for drinks, he made a bee line to chat her up, and for that reason I didn't much like him. Any guy who tries to come onto a woman when her boyfriend is close by doesn't rate highly in my estimations. The problem was that Troy stood well over six feet tall and was wide as a barn door, all of it muscle. Looking back, Shelly didn't seem to mind his attentions, which I suppose should have told me something. Shelly smiled sweetly back at the camera, "I've invited Troy along to night to fuck me, and I thought you might want to watch. That's Pete behind the camera; I've had to promise to fuck him too. Otherwise he wouldn't film me and Troy. A wise investment don't you think, then you can see all the good close up stuff." A hand appeared in front of the camera and waved at me; which I could only conclude was Pete's. "I hope you don't mind me sending this to you, but I thought you might want to watch me with Troy. We've fucked before, and I like his big cock. He's much better than you were, not because of his cock, he's just better at it. You might learn something tonight, which won't be a bad thing. Hey, just before we start, I should warn you that none of my orgasms will be faked. I don't have to do that with Troy, it'll be a real change for me. Hope you enjoy watching us." Troy gave me a smile and a thumbs up, "Watch and weep brother, this is all for you." Now, a wise man would have removed the DVD from the player and destroyed it, but from the second that Shelly and Troy began kissing, I was drawn into their horrible little conspiracy. For many seconds, they kissed passionately, Shelly cradling his face in her hands as their tongues rock and rolled. The camera dropped as Troy's hand slithered down to Shelly's legs and caressed them. Her skirt was slowly lifted giving me a little glimpse of the black lace panties I'd given her for a birthday present. Purposely chosen for my benefit I think. Shelly slowly opened her thighs to allow his hand further, and his dark fingers were soon stroking the black lacy material. A few seconds later, Shelly lifted one leg over Troy's knee to provide a better view, and I watched as his dark hand slipped down under the front of her panties. Shelly's long moan was captured by the camera mike, and her body began to respond as Troy fingered her. From previous experience I knew this to be no act, for Shelly just loved to have her pussy played with, especially her clitoris which would stand proudly out from her lips once she was aroused. "Take them off." I heard her say. Shelly lifted her buttocks from the couch as Troy slid her panties down her legs and over each raised ankle. He waved them in front of the camera before allowing them to drop to the floor. Her leg was again placed over his knee, and the camera zoomed in on Shelly's pussy. Her glistening lips were cleanly shaven with only a tuft of dark curls above her pubic mound. It was no doubt shaven for my benefit, for Shelly didn't believe in anything other than a neatly trimmed pussy suitable for a summer bathing suit. I watched as Troy's thick dark fingers toyed with her pussy, teasing and spreading the full lips exposing her lovely clitoris. It was a beautiful pussy as pussies go; nicely proportioned and unvarying pale pink in colour. I could hear the squelching of her wetness as one dark finger and then another slipped inside to work her. And it was only then I realised that my cock was erect, and I undid my trousers to release the pressure. "Stand up and show Sean your cock." I heard her suggest. Troy staggered to his feet and stood before Shelly as Pete moved the camera around for a better view. Shelly began to stroke the bulge in his jeans; then ran her tongue over denim material while managing to look at the camera. "Hey Sean, do you want to see what a nice big cock looks like?" she asked with a smile on her pretty face. "What do you reckon Troy, shall we show him?" "Yeah baby, you let him out." Troy answered. Troy's belt was quickly undone, his jeans unzipped and pushed downwards along with his shorts. His cock was unbelievably black, long and thick with a bulbous head which was lighter in colour than the shaft. It swayed it downwards towards the floor under its weight until Shelly's tongue lifted it to a horizontal position. She allowed her lips to slip over the head, and Troy sighed with pleasure. I knew exactly what Shelly was doing, her velvet tongue would be exploring the eye and the rim of his cock, and I knew just how good it felt. Her hand slipped around its girth, she removed her mouth and looked sweetly up at the camera. "Mmmm mmmmmm, what do you think of this Sean? I like it; it's nice to suck and it fills my pussy real good. Troy wants to put it up my arse, but I don't think it'll fit. I might let him try one day, but not now. Would you like to see that too?" Shelly then returned her mouth to Sean's cock, and for the next few minutes I watched her work it. She licked and stroked, suckled and sucked his big cock with all the expertise of a porn star. Its size limited how much she could take into her mouth, and the shape of the head could be plainly seen though her bulging cheeks. And every now and then she would turn to the camera and give me a smile and a wink. By now I was stroking my cock slowly, and I confess that Shelly had got her evil way. Shelly then dropped back onto the couch and spread her thighs wide in invitation. Troy dropped a cushion onto the carpeted floor and then knelt down in front of her. Pete lifted the camera so that he was looking downwards over the top of them. A grinning Troy lowered his face between her brown shapely thighs and ran his tongue up and down her shiny slit a few times. He then rose and guided his cock towards her pussy. Shelly took him in hand and guided his long shaft along her navel, then smiled up at the camera. "See how long it is Sean? It's hard to imagine that all this is going to be inside me. If you were here, I'd let you to put it in for me. But seeing your not, I'll just have to do it all by myself." I watched in morbid fascination as Shelly guided the big black head between her pussy lips. I watched as Shelly's face twisted as if in pain, as Troy slowly worked his cock inside her lovely tight pussy. Inch by inch it disappeared inside her, his penetration measured by the shiny wetness of his shaft on each outward stroke. Pete zoomed the camera in on her pussy which now appeared only inches away. Her pussy lips were stretched wide around the contour of his thick shaft, her inner lips eased outwards each time he pulled out of her. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuuuuck that's sooooooo good Sean." she cried. Troy looked up at the camera and grinned as he lifted Shelly's legs over his shoulders, "She's sure got a nice tight pussy. Dunno why you gave this up brother, it's surely a fine piece of arse." Pete moved his position so that he was filming from the floor upwards between Troy's muscular thighs. It was a good view of his cock slapping hard into Shelly, but more importantly her frowning face could be seen to one side in the background. Eventually, Shelly pulled away and lowered her feet to the floor; then the screen went blank. Seconds later, it came on again, and Troy was now sitting on the couch with his cock swaying dangerously in the air. Facing the camera, Shelly was in the process of slipping a leg over his thighs, her hand reaching between her thighs and guiding his cock to her pussy. Carefully, she lowered herself down onto it. Mmmmmmmm, so how are you enjoying it so far?" she asked the camera while rocking back and forth. "Not as much me, I bet." Troy lifted her pink top over Shelly's shoulders and disposed of it, she wasn't wearing a bra, and her smallish breasts were soon jiggling up and down. I could see how erect her nipples were, a sure sign of her arousal, and Troy's fingers were soon reaching around and exploiting their new found freedom. With Shelly's thighs spread wide over Troy's open legs, Pete again zoomed in on her pussy. His cock was by this time shiny with her juices, and a white gooey mess ringed his shaft just above his taut black balls as her stretched pussy slithered effortlessly up and down his shaft. The few times it fell out, her hand would quickly appear to rectify the situation. After a good few minutes, Shelly's fingers dropped to her clitoris and began to tweak it, a sure sign that she was ready to cum. She was one of those girls that could only reach orgasm through clitoris stimulation; a vaginal orgasm had never once been reached she sometimes confessed. I smiled at the realisation that a big black cock couldn't manage the deed either, a small victory to me; but a victory all the same. I always enjoyed watching Shelly make herself cum, and she liked me to watch her do it. Her fingers would explore every part of her pussy at the start, but would then home in on her clitoris. Her forefinger would rub it in a circular motion getting faster and faster, and the large button would get bigger and bigger protruding out between her lips nearly inch like a little cock. This time it was no different, and her finger was soon doing its business, much to the detriment of Troy's now ignored cock. The camera panned back a little, and Troy's big hands were now around Shelly's waist lifting her up and down on his shaft. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I'm gonna cum." she cried loudly. Pete moved back down to her pussy and angled the camera so that Shelly's face was captured too. I watched as her fingers tormented her pussy at speed, and then all of a sudden, she lifted her pussy from his cock and braced herself by lying back on his chest. Her cries of ecstasy were long and loud, her body trembling and shuddering with orgasm as her fingers continued their fine work. With closed eyes and a face twisted with emotion, she held onto the journey as long as she could before relaxing her body into a limps mass of arms and legs. The screen then went blank again a few seconds later. When the screen came to life again, a grinning Shelly was sitting on the couch beside Troy. "Was that hot or not?" she asked while Troy toyed with her nipples. "I was gonna show you doggie style, but seeing as I've got to fuck Pete afterwards, I'll be too sore. So I'm gonna blow Troy, then I'll do Pete. You okay with that Pete?" The camera nodded up and down in agreement. Shelly moved down and knelt on the cushion between Troy's thighs. Pete slipped into the chair beside him to get a good vantage point from which to film. At first she began to work Troy with just her mouth, licking and kissing his shiny cock all over. She then took him in hand and began to suckle him, as she looked up at the camera. Troy began to moan with pleasure, and I was extremely jealous for I knew what he was going through. For all of her faults, Shelly was a talented little cock sucker, in fact the best I'd ever had. After a few minutes of showing off to the camera, Shelly settled down into a nice little rhythm. Her hand stroked him with the aid of lubrication dribbled from her mouth, the length of the stroke emphasising his size. Her hand worked the shaft from the head down while her mouth suckled his large head. Her eyes would continuously flick up to the camera, and it was like Shelly was gazing directly into my eyes. Troy's moans of appreciation encouraged her onwards as she picked up speed, the camera mike close enough to catch her wet sloppy sucking noises. Troy's writhing soon assured his approaching orgasm, and Shelly lifted her mouth from his cock as his body strained upwards. She held her face still as the first long lines of his cum streaked up her face and into her hair while her hand continued to pump his cock vigorously. Troy's ejaculation soon turned to a dribble, and he presented his cock to her lips. I knew that Shelly hated the taste of cum, and I recognised her slight hesitation before her lips opened and accepted the still dribbling head. A line of wrinkles appeared on her forehead as she frowned, the bitter salty taste had no doubt reached her senses. I smiled as Shelly tried to ignore Troy's thick cum dribbling down her forehead and cheeks. One line ran down her nose and hung downwards; Troy removed his cock from her mouth and toyed with mess, then slipped it back into her mouth. Shelly only lasted a few more seconds before she pulled away and pushed a thick globule of cum from her mouth, then managed a reluctant swallow. She looked up at the camera and attempted to smile, but couldn't quite bring herself to do so. Her hand appeared in front of the camera lens, and suddenly the screen went blank for a few seconds. Shelly was sitting on the couch when the picture returned. She was still nude, but her face was now clean, and her hair brushed. "Hi again Sean." she said with a smile. "Now I've done Troy, I've gotta keep my promise to fuck Pete. My pussy's quite tender, but Pete's okay with a quickie. I hope you keep watching cause it's the first time I've had one guy after another." As Shelly brushed a curl of hair from her eyes, I caught a glimpse of her watch which she wore on her left wrist. With the DVD remote, I hit the slow reverse and then pause. The time on her watch indicated it was 9.40. I then continued in reverse until I came to Troy's cum shot and slowed it down until I got another glimpse of her watch. It took a while before I got a good enough view, the time was 9.03. There was nearly a forty minute break between finishing Troy and then starting on Pete. I smiled, for I'd caught Shelly out again, another small victory. I fast forwarded the picture until I caught sight of Shelly slipping down onto the floor, and a man I'd never seen before moving onto the couch. Pete was scrawny; and not particularly good looking. Knowing he wasn't Shelly's usual cup of tea, I doubt that this was her idea. The filming was not good, and I suspect that Troy hadn't much experience with a DVD recorder. But it wasn't hard to get the gist of what was going on. Shelly moved quickly to remove Pete's cargo pants and boxers leaving his erect cock swinging in the air. She quickly took him in hand and pulled back the substantial foreskin and exposing a pink shiny head. She lowered her lips over his cock, and Pete's gasp was plainly heard. Troy managed to zoom shakily in providing a close up of Shelly's face, and her lips slipping up and down the shaft. Unlike Troy's, Pete's cock seemed a normal size which Shelly seemed to suck more comfortably. A shiny tidemark of Shelly's saliva reached halfway down his shaft. For a minute or so, Shelly suckled and stroked his cock, her eyes often drifting back to the camera to give me a smug smile. She then lifted her face from his cock, and a condom packet appeared in her hand. It was quickly opened, and its pink content positioned over the head of Pete's waiting cock. He reached down and eased the foreskin down as Shelly carefully rolled the sheath over the head and downwards to the base. After making sure it was intact, Shelly raised herself and slipped astride Pete facing him. Troy moved behind so that the camera caught the moment as Shelly's pussy easily devoured Pete's cock. After making herself comfortable, Shelly began to slide up and down on his cock, and Troy moved around to the side of the copulating couple. It struck me straight away that Shelly wasn't enjoying herself too much, and just seemed to be going through the motions. She avoided kissing Pete, but allowed him to fondle and lick her breasts. I think that Pete was too absorbed to notice, or that he didn't care. She looked over at the camera and grinned, "Pete's cock's not as big as Troy's but it still feels pretty good." Pete muttered something in reply, but it was too muffled to decipher. Shelly then began to move swiftly up and down, and the slapping of flesh on flesh could be heard. The screen went blank a few times, but each time it returned they were in the same position. Shelly was obviously getting tired and frustrated; her skin was now pink and glowing with exertion. She suddenly slipped backwards and onto the floor between Pete's legs. The condom was quickly dispensed with, and Shelly began to work Pete with her hand and mouth. His excitement was plain to see, and it wasn't long before the inevitable happened. Troy managed to zoom in as Pete ejaculated high into the air, but away from Shelly's well positioned face. She was obviously avoiding a second facial for the night. She politely offered her breasts and pushed them forward at the same time directing his cock towards them, and then waited patiently while milking him with her skilful hand. Afterwards, she turned towards the camera and grinned mischievously as Pete's cum oozed slowly down her breasts. Watch and Weep "I hope you enjoyed that Sean, we all did. You can keep the disk, and watch me do it with Troy and Pete as much as you want. Just so that you know that I don't miss you anymore, and there's no hard feelings. Don't bother trying to ring me; I'm not really interested in talking to you. Hey, would you like to see my pussy for the last time, just for old time's sake? Shelly sat on the couch and spread her legs wide, and I suspect it was Pete's skilled hand that moved the camera inches away from her pussy for a few seconds. Her out lips were gaping open, and her inner lips and clitoris looked painfully red. Her opening was wide, and the stretched pink of her insides plainly visible. "See ya Sean." is all I heard before the screen went blank for the last time. It was with mixed emotions that I watched the DVD again while stroking my erect cock to orgasm. I then looked down at my cum covered hand, and for some reason felt quite ashamed of myself. Over the next few weeks I was drawn repeatedly to Shelly's DVD, but each time it left me somewhat depressed and unhappy. I knew that it should be thrown away, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. The sight of her splendid naked body being taken by others had got a hold on me, and it was like she'd found a chink in my armour. The thought of it aroused me, and it drew me back to the DVD time and time again like a criminal returning to the site of a crime. It took charge of me and my emotions, but it also took a toll. Who knows what might have happened if had not been for a young lady called Susanna entering my life one Friday night. It was one of those unexpected chance meetings. A group of us had wandered into a little French restaurant before heading off on another of our drinking binges. The restaurant was small, and we were jammed in against another table. My chair was touching the back of another on which was seated an attractive willowy blonde. Each time she needed to leave the table, she would politely ask me to make way for her to pass. And each time she returned, I was asked to do the same. It started with a little good hearted banter between us, and on the third time she got up, I offered a hand and introduced myself. She grinned and took it, and told me her name was Susanna. And as she walked away, my eyes were drawn lustfully to the rear of her tight skirt and tall leather boots. As her group left for the night, I cheekily snuck one of my business cards into her coat pocket when no one was looking. All I could then was to wait and hope. It was a few days later, that Susanna called. Her sultry voice asked if I'd misplaced a business card, for she'd found one in her coat pocket. I confessed to putting it there. Why, she asked innocently? I suggested that I found her incredibly attractive, and she could do far worse than by coming out on a date with me. I think she teased me for awhile, for if she hadn't been interested in me she wouldn't have rang. But it was a fun little game to play, and in the end she agreed to let me take her out for a meal. Right from the start we clicked, and the humour was rife. We were both bouncing back from broken relationships, but hers more traumatic than mine. I didn't quite realise how pretty Susanna was until we sat across the table from each other and I had the time to look. On our third date, she invited me to her place for a meal. Afterwards, she allowed me to kiss her as we sat on the couch. She looked into my eyes and told me that it was too soon to be allowed into her bed, for that could take months or even years. She then chuckled at my exaggerated disappointment. But it was nearly two weeks before Susanna took my hand and led me to her bed, and the anticipation was well worth it. I'll not forget how we removed each others clothes while standing next to her bed. Susanna's skin was pale and flawless, her breasts small and pert. Her body was curvy but toned, and her long legs round and slender. A triangle of light curls confirmed she was indeed a natural blonde. There was very little foreplay as we settled on the bed. Our anticipation had turned to impatient passion, and I was soon invited between her lovely thighs. She was wet and slippery with arousal, my cock slipped inside her with ease; her legs quickly locked around me tightly to ensure I didn't escape. And I then rode her with both tenderness and passion. The next morning we awoke to all the nervousness of new lovers, and I was allowed to look and fondle her lovely body in the light of day for the first time. Susanna suggested that coffee before sex was good, and I was dispatched forthwith to the kitchen. I returned with two cups, and wearing only the red ribbon from a dead wine bottle around my proud erection. She giggled as she took the cup from me and attempted to use my erection to stir her coffee. She was right; sex is good after coffee, especially with the right girl. Afterwards, Susanna asked if I was going to run away now that I'd had my evil way with her. I smiled and shook my head, and told her that I'd like to see a lot more of her. She grinned and told me that she might quite like me to hang around for a bit. Our relationship while nervous at first, soon blossomed into both physical and emotional bliss as we got to know each other. What I really liked was Susanna's affectionate nature, how she always liked to be touched and kissed without it being necessarily sexual. It was the little things like the cuddles and kisses when working in the kitchen together, or while driving or walking hand in hand down the street. It was kind of special, and I reciprocated in a loving way. As the weeks passed us by, private little secrets were exchanged. Susanna eventually learnt about Shelly's DVD, and the effect that it once held over me. Her inquisitiveness eventually got the better of her, and one night she asked to see it. I hadn't watched for some time, but I knew exactly where to find it. Susanna sat and watched it for a few minutes, then walked to the DVD machine and ejected the disc. She knelt in front of me and looked hard into my eyes. "Sean, this is a terrible thing, and you shouldn't watch this again." she said softly. "Its not about us, it's about you and your past. You need to be rid of it. It'll bring you no good; all she wants to do is hurt you." "You're right." I replied. "You can break it if you want." "No, it's not about me. Do you want me to break it?" "Yes." "Tell me again." "Susanna, I want you to break that disk." Susanna held the disk close to my face and bent it until it snapped in half. She then crawled onto my lap and kissed me tenderly. "I know you too well to believe you deserve that." she whispered. "I can't believe how she made it and sent it to you just hurt you. If you ever want me to leave your life, just tell me. I'll probably shoot you, but at least it'll be quick." We both laughed. But it was kind of hard to consider life without Susanna, and it earned me a tight cuddle and a kiss when I told her just that. The whole DVD thing might have died right there and then. But a year or so later, my brother rang me to tell me there was a movie of Shelly doing a couple of guys on an amateur porn site on the web. He gave me the web address, and when Susanna wasn't around, I logged on. It was the same footage of the DVD that Shelly had sent me all those months ago, but not quite in its entirety. It now looked like the whole thing was going to backfire on her. I knew Shelly too well, and the thought of her doing the deed for millions of perverts to watch wouldn't be high on her agenda. I suspected that either Troy or Pete would be responsible. When I told Susanna about it, she smiled grimly and suggested that Shelly was only going to get what she deserved. Her reaction surprised me, for she wasn't a vindictive person. After a few days of smugness, I put it out of my mind. Months later on a cold winter's day, Susanna and I headed for a warm shopping mall for a little retail therapy. She was browsing in a women's fashion shop while I stood outside the window of the adjacent shop. I was soon dribbling over a fifty inch plasma TV and a sound system that would fit very nicely into our new lounge. Next thing I knew, I was staring into the angry eyes of Shelly. "You fucking bastard." she growled. "Fuck you, why'd you download that DVD onto the net? You're fucking arsehole. I don't know why I fucked you in the first place." I was taken aback by her venomous attack, "I didn't. It wasn't me." She again attacked again, calling me a liar and a lot of other things. We argued briefly for a few seconds; then Shelly swung her handbag wildly catching me on the side of the face and shoulders. I think other shoppers thought we were a couple having a domestic, some walked faster; others grinned and stopped to watch the spectacle. But Shelly's loud ranting luckily caught Susanna's attention while inside the shop. She arrived to rescue me and placed herself right between Shelly and myself. Before this time, I'd never seen Susanna truly angry, and her blazing eyes settled on a now startled Shelly. "Sean isn't responsible for your DVD on the web, I broke that fucking disk in half a long time ago." she hissed. "So take your sorry little self and fuck off out of here and see a doctor. You're one sick bitch. And another thing, do you really think that Sean would do that to anyone? It just goes to show how well you knew him." Susanna turned to me and took me gently by the arm, "C'mon, let's get out of here." I stole one look at Shelly's sad face before I turned and walked away. And to add insult to injury, Susanna put her arm around me and gave me a peck on the cheek. Minutes later we sitting in a small bar enjoying the warmth of a close by open fire. By this time, our anger had gone, and we were enjoying a little black sadistic humour at Shelly's expense over a couple of chilled beers. I pondered Susanna's strength of convictions as I gazed over the small table at her lovely face. She smiled inquisitively at my silent gaze, "A penny for your thoughts." "I was just wondering what you'd say if I asked you to marry me?" I asked. She smiled, "Well, if you asked me today, I'd say no. You're still emotionally caught up with the Shelly thing back at the mall." But she then leaned over the table, grabbed my shirt collar and dragged me close so that out noses were just touching, "But I wouldn't leave it too long to ask again, tomorrow might be good time to propose." She kissed me on the forehead and then pushed me away before things got a little amorous. "I love you lots." I confessed. Susanna gave me one of her sultry smiles, "And so you should." Keeping things under control, we ordered burgers and fries for lunch. We were halfway through our meals when Susanna leaned close. "You shouldn't eat all those fries." she suggested. "Why?" "Cause sex on a full stomach isn't good for you." she purred. "Who's having sex?" I asked feigning innocence. "Well I am, the last time as a free single woman I might add. For tomorrow, I expect to be engaged to be married." "Anyone I know?" I asked cheekily. "Nope." "Hey, seeing as we going to have sex today for the last time, any chance that I can film it?" I asked. Again I was dragged across the table by the scruff of my shirt. "Do you know the difference between stupidity and bravery?" Susanna asked. "Nope." "Well, it's only because I love you to bits that I'm going to let you off with that request. And you'd better be good in bed when we get back home; you're still on perusal you know. It's not too late to trade you in." We both laughed and allowed our lips to touch. Oh god, how I loved this wonderful woman. Watch and Yearn Julia pulled open the front of her black lace kimono style wrap and brought both of her hands up to her breasts. Pulling down her black lace push-up bra slightly, she began brushing her fingertips gently back and forth over her nipples, causing them to stiffen hastily. She then began pinching and pulling on both at the same time. An elegant, fine-boned woman in her late forties, she was clearly comfortable with her sexuality, as well as her own body. A low moan escaped her lips as she flipped her head back in elation, the soft, sinuous waves of her luscious blonde shoulder length hair swinging seductively. She could feel her pussy getting wet. While still tweaking her left nipple, she reached down and slipped her right hand inside her black, lace-trimmed hip-hugger panties. As her fingers connected with her clit, she gasped lightly, arching her back as her piercing, almost cat-like eyes stared at the scene playing out on the bed in front of her. Lisa was facing her, turned away from Roger and straddling his hips in a reverse cowgirl position. Julia knew how much her husband enjoying having sex this way and could tell that this young woman's body was built for it. She watched in blissful awe as the slim 28-year-old's tight little pussy stretched over his cock as her perfect ass slammed up and down repeatedly. He groaned quietly as she reached down and began playing with his balls as she rode atop him, her modest sized tits dancing to the rhythm of their fucking. She lightly bit her lower lip as she reached back and slapped herself once on her right ass cheek, making sure to steal periodic glances at her lover's wife sitting only a few feet in front of her. Roger let out a ravenous grumble as he watched the sumptuous ribbons of long, shiny brown curls bounce radiantly in front of him with each plunge onto his dick. The slender, darkly handsome 53-year-old ran one hand through his bristling, brush cut salt and pepper hair while she took hold of the other one and placed it on her firm ass. Following her lead, his hand almost immediately pulled away from her flesh and then quickly came crashing back down onto her cheek with a loud smack that echoed throughout the bedroom. He smiled in satisfaction as he heard the distinctive yelp of pleasure and pain from his young lover. Julia was still absent-mindedly playing with her left nipple as her other hand plunged her middle finger deep into her pussy. She took a sharp breath and arched her back as she began to finger herself to the sight and sound of her husband being ridden by this beautiful creature. Her hand left her breast and joined its partner in between her legs, rhythmically massaging her clit as she marvelled at how utterly turned on she was by watching Roger fuck another woman. Pumping her middle finger in and out of her cunt, she began fucking herself as if her finger were a small penis. She tried to match the couple's lovemaking tempo, pushing her hips forward to meet her thrusting finger in time with their cadence. Her eyes made contact with her husband's lover as she fucked herself silly with her finger. Lisa was grinding her pussy down onto him now, his cock buried deep inside her as she writhed in ecstasy. As good as the dick felt in her insatiable cunt, seeing his wife masturbating right in front of them and enjoying the show was just as fulfilling. The two women's eyes met and they both knew that they were trying hard to reach orgasm at the same time. A shiver of exhilaration rippled through her body as she once again began slowly gliding her wet snatch up and down his shaft. Roger's eyes darted back and forth between the hot young vixen on top of him and his wife pleasuring herself a few feet away. Even in his wildest fantasies, he never imagined how incredibly arousing such a scenario truly would be. An involuntary groan of pleasure escaped his lips as he took hold of his lover's hips and started to guide her motions, attempting to synchronize her movements with those of his wife's thrusting hips. Julia increased the pressure on her clit as she put another finger in her pussy. When she and her husband had first discussed the idea of bringing a third party into their bed, she was instantly turned on by the thought of watching him fuck another woman, but this was even better than she had hoped for. By now she was almost panting for breath, her two fingers buried deep in her cunt and her sticky juices slowly starting to run down from her engorged slit. Watching the two of them fuck was the most erotic thing she had ever seen. Lisa's body glistened with sweat as she ran her hands through her curly mane and licked her lips, all the while keeping her eyes locked on the woman fingering herself in front of her. She had always been an adventurous girl sexually, so when the not-so-innocent flirting with her boss escalated to an offer to join him and his wife in the bedroom, it had not taken her very long to accept. With a wry smile to their audience of one, she finally laid back on top of him so she was facing the ceiling. She pinched her nipples firmly as she continued to wiggle back and forth on his cock. Roger buried his nose into the mass of curls tickling his face and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her down harder on top of his dick. Once he and his wife became seriously committed to their new sexual venture, his thoughts on potential candidates quickly narrowed to one young lady in particular. Ever since she had started tending bar at his restaurant six months earlier he had felt a strong attraction to her and, based on her flirtatious personality and the gossip about her promiscuity, he was cautiously optimistic that she would be open to his invitation. His hands moved from her hips and joined hers on top of her tits as she turned her head to the side and touched her lips to his. Julia's body quivered as she took in the intimate kiss between her husband and his new lover. Subconsciously, her legs spread even further apart as she thrilled at the sight. Leaning further back in her chair, her fingers teased her clit with little circular motions as her other hand returned to her bosom to caress the nipple on her left breast. She could tell how much he was enjoying fucking this young woman, and was quite certain that his gratification was easily being matched, if not surpassed by her own. A soft moan warbled from deep inside her as she watched the couple reposition themselves on the bed. Lisa knelt on all fours, facing her lover's wife and presenting her beautiful ass to him. Her long, curly brown hair flowed over her left shoulder as she turned to smile at him, and her body trembled as he reached under her to caress her pendulous tits, gently swaying back and forth as he began to massage them. Never before had she had any interest in voyeurism or given much thought to just how exhilarating being watched could be, but this was quickly turning into one of the most sexually satisfying exploits she had ever experienced. She locked eyes with their spectator and licked her lips as she felt his hands slide up her back and steadily work their way down to her firm ass. Roger's hands glided over her perfect ass and onto her thighs, where he guided her legs apart as he quickly got on his knees behind her. His rigid cock slid easily into her smouldering snatch and he immediately began pounding away into her deliciously tight cunt. Reaching forward, he grabbed a length of his young lover's curly locks and yanked her head back as he shoved his dick as far into her pussy as it would go. As his thighs slapped continuously against her ass cheeks, he made sure to shoot a look at his wife as she enjoyed the show. Seeing her so thoroughly engrossed in the act of pleasuring herself as she watched her husband slam into this young vixen, he was fairly certain that his prick had never been harder in his life. Julia was desperate to come. While one hand rubbed her sensitive clit, she pumped the middle two fingers of her other hand in and out of her fiery cunt. Her hands were a blur as her ass almost lifted completely off the seat to allow her pumping fingers to penetrate deeper. Focusing her gaze on the expression on the face of her husband's lover, she could tell that he was fucking her as hard and as fast as he possibly could. Jealousy non-existent, a jolt of pure erotic bliss rocked her body as she started to come. Lisa's eyes widened as she saw her lover's wife bring herself to orgasm right in front of her. It was an unbelievable sight and one that was arousing her in ways she had never imagined. As the hard cock pounded into her from behind, she lifted her ass up as far as she could thrust it and rested her head on her arms to watch their voyeur come down from her orgasm. Within seconds, she was lost in the intensity of her own explosion as he stroked in and out of her mercilessly. Roger marvelled at the double satisfaction of seeing his wife get off watching him fuck another woman combined with his new lover enjoying her own release thanks to his hard working dick. Wanting to put off his own orgasm as long as possible, he hunkered down over her body and placed his hands over hers, riding her deeply as she began thrusting backwards to meet each of his strokes. He never realized anything could feel as good as this did, his cock buried deep inside one hot babe as his beautiful wife fingered herself steps away. Julia tried to catch her breath as she spread her legs wide and gently grazed her fingers over her dripping slit. She knew that her husband had always loved to watch her masturbate and she had always thoroughly enjoyed doing it for him, but never before had she ever felt an orgasm quite as powerful as the one she had just experienced. There was no doubt that watching the young woman on the bed reach her own release at the hands (and cock) of her husband was definitely to thank for taking her to new levels of sexual gratification. Lisa squeezed her eyes shut and tried to steady herself as she came down from her release. She had known from the moment that he slid his hard-on into her tight, hot cunt that she was likely going to enjoy her biggest and best orgasm ever, and she had not been disappointed. As sexually liberated as she had always thought she was, what she was experiencing right now was by far her most satisfying and erotic escapade. Her eyelids fluttered open and she once again locked eyes with her lover's wife. The two women smiled knowingly in each other's direction, their sexual connection, though not physical, was electric, and filled the room. Roger could not take it much longer. Watching both of these amazing women explode, plus fucking one of them as furiously as he possibly could, had driven him to the edge. He pulled out of his young lover and flipped her onto her back as he wrapped his hand around his shaft and began to stroke. Groaning in anticipation, he watched as she squeezed her tits and bit her lower lip hungrily while his hand slid over his throbbing cock. Finally, his balls began to boil and he knew he was about the come. Julia gasped aloud as she watched her husband, dick in hand, take aim at the young woman laid out in front of him. The first shot of come splattered across the bottom of her tits, with the second landed between them and ran up her chest all the way up to her neck. His wife stared in wonderment and lust as he seemed to spurt an endless fountain of come. Lisa smiled widely and her eyes darted over to her lover's wife just as a shot of come splattered across her face. Her fingers moved to her breasts and she pulled on her nipples mercilessly as another string of his hot fuck juice splashed across her chest. She clutched her tits in her hands and began rubbing them, smearing his come into her skin. Roger, completely spent, collapsed onto the bed beside his come-drenched lover and tried to catch his breath. He watched as she mindlessly continued caressing her breasts, rubbing his jizz around her nipples, and could not help but smile at the sight. As impressed as he was with that vision, when his eyes moved to take in his wife, his grin widened even further as he watched her gaze fixed on the sticky young woman massaging his come onto her tits. To his own amazement, his cock was already starting to get hard again as he saw his wife's hand slip back in between her legs and a sensual moan escape her lips. Watch It When You Feel Lonely Watch Jenny Blow As she looked in the mirror admiring her picturesque body, Jenny pulled her black thong between her legs and up to her cleanly shaven crotch. She turned around to take a quick peek at her tight ass before putting on her 34C bra. "Damn," the brown-haired beauty said as she snapped on her bra, "I look fuckin hot!" Just then she was startled by a voice at her doorway. "Need a little help with that, big tits?" said Mike. Jenny frowned. "Get the fuck out of here, my boyfriend's on his way," snapped back Jenny. "Haha, oh that's right, your... ahem... 'boyfriend'," replied Mike arrogantly. He turned around and casually walked away. Mike was a little taken aback at the recent development. Here he was, standing in Jenny's college dorm room, and yet she didn't offer to have sex with him! What's more, she had the audacity to tell him to get the fuck out! Him! Mike! Could it be possible that he wasn't as irresistible as he once thought? Mike took off his shirt to display his rippling 6-pack of abs and chiseled chest. He snuck a quick peek under his shorts to make sure his huge 8 inch cock was still inside. With a wry smile Mike sprayed on some cologne and picked up his cell phone. No more than 2 minutes later, there was a knock at Mike's door. He quickly stripped down to his boxers and went to answer it. Standing on the other side of his door were two beautiful buxom beauties, Morgan and Elizabeth. Both were seniors in college and members of one of the college's sororities. Mike was only a freshman but his reputation and sexual prowess spread quickly. Morgan, a 5-5 blonde with short hair, was dressed in a black bra and thong, with matching stilettos. Elizabeth, the more buxom of the two blondes, was wearing a white tee shirt with boy pants. "Did you guys walk the whole way across campus dressed like that?" snapped Mike. The two big titted airheads giggled. "Anything for you, big boy," said Elizabeth. With one quick motion she pulled her shirt over her head, exposing her firm, 36D jugs. They jiggled a bit as she bounced toward Mike and gave him a slow, passionate kiss on the neck. Morgan followed suit, pulling her black thong over her stilettos and dropping to her knees in front of Mike. Mike knew why these girls were here. Well, aside from the fact that he called them a minute ago. They were here to see the goods, the Darwinian advantage that no other man on campus could compete with. Mike triumphantly dropped his boxers, exposing his 8 inch cock. Both girls gasped as he revealed himself to them. With one quick motion he grabbed Elizabeth's breasts and pushed them together. He began sucking them slowly while she leaned her head back and moaned with pleasure. Meanwhile, Morgan was now naked except for her stilettos and was jerking Mike's cock. After Mike was done feasting on Elizabeth's tits he pushed her to her knees to help Morgan. Once on their knees, the two sorority beauties took turns sucking Mike's cock. While Elizabeth's gorgeous dick-sucking lips blew Mike, Morgan would drop down and lap at Mike's gargantuan testicles. Mike ran his hands through both girls' hair as they moaned with pleasure while blowing him. In the throes of getting incredible head off of two hot chicks, Mike neglected to hear the knock at his door. There, dressed in her sports bra and track shorts, stood Jenny. Her mouth was agape as she took in the sight of two of the most popular girls in the entire school on their knees worshipping a freshman. Jenny tried to speak, but the words wouldn't quite come out. "M-M-Mike I came to........ apolog.... holy shit I can't believe what I'm seeing!" she exclaimed. With that Mike turned around to greet her, giving her an 8 inch standing ovation. "What the fuck do you want?" said Mike as he sat down on the bed and continued getting blown by the two blonde beauties. "Can't you see I'm a little busy here? I don't have time for prudes with 'boyfriends'. Close the door when you leave you fucking cunt." Jenny had never been talked to this way before. Yet for some reason she couldn't take her eyes off what she was seeing. "I just.... wanted to apologize for being a fucking cunt before." Jenny couldn't believe she just heard that phrase escape from her mouth. It was fascinating to her what power Mike had over women, her included. "Yeah, yeah, it's alright. You gonna join in or what? This isn't a fucking peep show," snapped Mike. "Uh... no... my boyfriend's downstairs I should go. But I... I'll see you later?" said Jenny, almost pleadingly. "Haha, fat chance prude. Shut the fucking door." With that Jenny tucked her tail between her legs and left the room, shutting the door behind her like she was told. Mike went back to concentrating on his blowjob, while Morgan and Elizabeth continued to noisily lap at and slobber on his massive cock. Mike could feel an orgasm building in his loins, and as he did he grabbed his cock out of Morgan's mouth and positioned the two sorority sluts in the line of fire. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh," grunted Mike as he splashed his first rope of seed onto Elizabeth's waiting and smiling face. The next two strands landed on Morgan's face and tits. Mike continued to pump his gigantic manhood, spraying cum all over their faces and tits. As Mike's orgasm subsided, he watched Morgan and Elizabeth kiss either other passionately, both covered in a sea of his lust. "Clean me!" Mike demanded, pointing to his now drooping yet still enormous manhood. "Jesus Lizzy look at his cock! It's still sooooo big!" cheered Morgan as she held Mike's cock. This got a giggle out both of the girls as they cleaned Mike's dominant tool. After this Mike laid down to take a nap, as is customary after his needs have been met, while the girls scurry around his room to clean up and dress themselves. An hour or two later, Mike was deeply immersed in a dream where he was getting a blowjob from the entire college cheerleading squad. His cock was covered in a sea of tongues, with large, bare breasts as far as the eye could see. But as Mike suddenly awoke, he was disappointed yet surprised to see only one girl sucking at his cock. Looking up at him with a devilish grin and winking, Jenny took his huge cock in her hand and deep throated him down to the root, sending Mike into ecstasy. Jenny didn't miss a beat, plunging his entire cock down her throat time and time again. Instead of ruining the moment by requiring an explanation, Mike decided to relax and let himself finally get head off of this prude. As Mike dropped his hand down to play with one of Jenny's big tits, he noticed a scrawny brown haired kid with glasses watching him in complete shock. "Who the fuck are you? Get out of here before you get your ass kicked you little faggot," snapped Mike. Jenny quickly turned around to see her boyfriend Robert, with tears in his eyes as he watched his girlfriend deep throat a much larger, better man than he. "Jenny, how could you do this to me? I drove five hours just to see you this weekend!" whined Robert. Jenny, moaning slightly as Mike continued to play with her nipples, quickly had to compose herself. "I... I'm sorry Robert, I don't know what to say. I guess..... I mean his cock is so.... I mean, I don't know what to say, he has a huge cock and I like it. I give great head but I never get to even show off my skills because your cock is so small and useless. All I wanted was a little attention from a real man. I mean, come over here Robert and look at this thing, he's *so* much bigger than you," said Jenny as she grasped ahold of Mike's manhood. Mike made sure to make eye contact with Robert as he gazed at Mike's clearly more superior member. "Listen here pussy, I'm gonna go back to getting head off your girl now, either you can sit over there and be quiet, or you can go back to Jenny's room and jerk off. Either way, shut your mouth before you get your ass beat," said Mike, maintaining a stern glance at Robert the entire time. "You better listen to him Robert, his muscles are soooo big. He would give you the worst beating of your life," said Jenny as she slowly ran her hands over Mike's chiseled chest and arms. With that, Mike snapped his fingers and pointed to his unsatisfied manhood, at which time Jenny resumed her oral attack on Mike's huge cock. Mike dropped his hands back down to her large tits, fondling them while he was pleasured. Still not sure exactly what to do, Robert, still teary-eyed, sat down to enjoy the show. Watch Me I pulled up in front of my friends Mike and Shannon's house and killed the engine, getting out to feel the hot sun beating down. It was a hell of a day for yard work, ninety plus degrees by my estimation, but here I was at a house that wasn't even mine to do exactly that. My shorts were already sticking to the backs of my legs from the heat. likewise my T-shirt. Mike and Shannon were married about a year when they bought the place, a "fixer-upper" according to the real estate guy. The backyard was enormous (at least by California standards), but all overgrown with tall grasses and weeds. They'd cleared most of it out except for a few bushes and a Myers lemon tree had taken on gargantuan proportions over the last 45 years. It had to come out before the cement contractor came to pour the patio, so here I was to play the part of unskilled labor and help get the thing out. I'm not smart, but I can lift heavy things, as the T-shirt saying goes. I was in an odd position with them, because Mike was cheating on her and I knew about it. We worked together, did some travelling together, and he was not above hitting the singles bars or even picking up a hooker now and then. I liked him, but he was kind of a sleaze. I didn't want to lose him as a friend, so I kept my mouth shut about it around Shannon, though I guess morally I should have said something. Like I said, I was in a weird spot. I knocked on the front door, but nobody answered. I walked around the side to the gate. They'd erected a new six foot fence all the way around the place, and being just under six myself, I had to stand on tiptoe to peek over. The side yard looked positively lunar, with almost the entire surface churned up by the rototiller into baking clay dirt clods...not very good for growing things, but they had a load of chicken shit coming next week to enrich it before they laid the sod. The massive lemon tree was out of my sight, but I knew it loomed behind the house at least thirty feet high. I sighed and wiped the back of my arm across my forehead. I didn't see nor hear any sign of Mike or Shannon which surprised me. I expected them to be deep into it by now. "Hello? Anybody home?" I hollered. Nothing. Reaching over the fence, I unhooked the latch and pushed the gate open, closing it behind me. "Hello?" The hairs on the back of my neck started to rise a little, my imagination quickly dreaming up an escaped lunatic with a baseball bat and a paring knife, drooling into the dead faces of my friends as he waited for me. I came around the corner, and there was the hulking lemon tree, and up in the tree was Shannon, standing on a branch with her back to me. The electric chainsaw hung by its cord from a branch near her, and the pruning shears were hooked on a branch nearby as well. Shannon is a good looking woman, and I'll be the first to tell you that. She keeps herself in shape with aerobics, keeps her diet under tight control, and doesn't wear much makeup...she doesn't need it. She had on a faded blue T-shirt and pair of mike's old flannel boxer shorts. Her light brown hair was pulled back into a pony tail. I opened my mouth to call out a greeting, but stopped myself. There was something odd going on I couldn't quite put my finger on at first. She had one gloved hand on a branch above her head, and the other hand I couldn't see, because she had it in front of her. She stood like that for a couple of seconds, and then jerked her head backwards and gasped. Then it hit me: She was masturbating. She was looking over the fence at something (or somebody), and had her hand down the front of her pants! Holy shit. Now that I had it figured out, I could see her legs trembling a little and hear her breathing. She was trying to be quiet, but you could tell it wasn't easy. Her legs and the arm above her head were rigid and quivering, beaded with sweat . Periodically, she'd take in a deep gasp, and then pull her free hand up, running it over her breasts and belly before sliding it back down inside the elastic waistband of the boxers. All the while, she kept her eyes glued to whatever was on the other side of that fence. I could not believe it, and I stood there watching, slackjawed. Even though I really couldn't see what was going on, it was quite erotic. The sound of her desperately hushed breathing and trembling, sweaty body were very arousing, and I was vaguely aware I had a hard-on like an 18 year old kid on Viagra. Her breathing got faster, and I could tell she was getting close to coming. A low moan came from her as I watched mesmerized, and then the sound of the truck pulling in to the driveway. Mike was home. Shannon's head snapped back at the sound and her eyes locked on mine. Her face was flushed red, and her eyes had this incredible sexy, half closed look. We stood there like that for a few seconds, me with my raging hard on clearly visible, her with her hand still down the front of her shorts, now turned slightly towards me I could see her arm pushed down the shorts. "Hey, Mike!" I called, hoping to break the spell. "You here already?" he called from the front of the house. Shannon started to move. She pulled her hand out, and started to climb back down the tree. "Just got here!" I called. "You probably saw me drive up!" Mike pushed through the gate. He had a bag of fertilizer cradled in his arms. "Had to pick this shit up today, because they're closed tomorrow. Give me a hand? There's plenty more in the truck." "Oh sure!" I said, heading back out to the driveway to get a bag myself. "Here kind of early, aren't you?" "8:00. just like always." "9:00 today. Didn't you get my page yesterday?" "Oh yeah!" I smacked my forehead. He'd sent an e-mail to my pager the day before. "Christ! Sorry, man." "No problem." He smiled. "Not like you caught us in the sack." As I headed out the gate, I looked back. Shannon was giving me this very odd, unreadable look. The day progressed. We got that tree down bit by bit with clippers, ropes, and chainsaw. We weren't pros by any means, but Mike is king of the Do-It-Yourselfers. Give him a book and he'll figure it out. Shannon and I shared a couple of looks during that time, and I just could not get a handle on what she was thinking. She was just sort of studying me, judging by her eyes. I couldn't look too long, though, or it would have been quite obvious what I was thinking. Midway through the project, I got sort of curious about what Shannon had been looking at, so I got up in the tree to tie up a branch with the rope, and on the way up sneaked a peek over the fence. The view was of the neighbor's yard. I glanced around, seeing nothing really interesting, until I happened to look through an unshaded window. There was some guy in there, sitting on the bed with his back to the window, in a bathrobe like he'd just gotten out of the shower. Sitting on the bed behind him was a nudie magazine, clearly open to the centerfold, and a small bottle of something that looked like lotion. It wasn't hard to imagine what had been going on when Shannon had been staring down at him: This guy had been jacking off to a porno mag. I kept climbing up without stopping to tie that high branch, but my mind was all over the place, and that massive hard-on was back. I took my time with the tying to conceal it. In the end, it was me ankle deep in sawdust bent over with the chainsaw, cutting the stump as close as possible to ground level for the stump grinder. As the stump thumped to the ground, Mike and Shannon applauded. The chainsaw spun down and I rose stiffly, pushing up the safety glasses, and Mike clapped me on the back and saying, "It's payment time!" My standard payment for a day of manual labor is a bellyful of beer and pizza. We headed down the street to a little mom and pop place with about a million different beers on tap, ordered up a pizza and a couple of pitchers, and chatted the evening away. I was on one side of the table, Mike and Shannon on the other, as we laughed and joked around about the day's events. Obviously, I kept quiet about the sight that had greeted me on my arrival, and about what I'd figured out. After a couple of pitchers had come and gone along with the pizza, I got up to use the can. After I had done my business, I opened the door and there's Mike. "Next," he says with a grin, pushing past me to get in. I headed back to the table and sat down. Shannon is giving me that inscrutable look again. "So," she says. "So." She starts to turn red again and looks down at the table, and all at once I felt really bad for her. She must have been embarrassed as hell "Hey," I said. "Don't worry. I'm not saying anything to Mike. Far as I'm concerned, I didn't see a thing." She looked up at me quizzically. For a second, I thought she was going to tell me I was crazy, or ask me what the hell I thought I'd seen, but what she said blew me away completely. "Mike already knows." I sat back, stunned. "He knows?" "Oh yeah. He knows I like to watch guys. He won't let me watch him, but he doesn't care if I watch other guys." She leaned forward, giving me this little smile. "I saw your hard on from the tree. I've been wondering how to broach the subject, but since it's on the table..." she trailed off, and her eyes flicked down my chest for an instant before coming up to rest on mine. Realization dawned on me. "Mike..." "I told you he doesn't care, but if it bothers you, he doesn't even have to know." She sat back, and her eyes flicked down my chest again. I could see her nipples were hard through the T-shirt and bra she had on. She really was a beautiful woman. Damn, was this really happening? I nodded okay, and she smiled. "Great. Should I come by your place tomorrow for dinner and drinks, and then..." "Sure," I croaked. "Perfect." She gave me a wicked little smile. The next day, I cleaned up my bachelor pad, and threw on a nice pair of jeans (read: no holes) and an oxford. I wasn't exactly sure how it would work, but I definitely wanted her to be comfortable. About six o'clock, there's a knock on the door. I open it, and there she is. She had on a navy blue cardigan sweater, showing considerable cleavage (and clearly braless), and matching skirt that came down to her knee, exposing her shapely calves in black stockings. Her straight light brown hair was up in a bun, and her long, graceful neck was extremely sexy. She had a small hand bag in her hand. She smiled at me and leaned in for a hug and kiss on the cheek. I don't know what perfume she had on, but it smelled great and I told her so. She thanked me, and then headed past me and set her bag on the floor. "Okay, let's go," she said. So we headed out on the town. I took her to an upscale Thai place, and then a couple of bars, all within walking distance...the advantages of a downtown apartment. We chatted like old friends, had a number of drinks (including a shot), and then headed back to my place. In spite of the alcohol in my system, I was pretty nervous, but my dick certainly didn't seem to know it. It was like a wooden baton in my pants the whole evening, and I caught her eyeing it a couple of times. We got into my apartment, and as soon as we were inside, she was all business. She turned to look at me, a wisp of hair that had escaped from her bun hanging down into her face. "This is how it works. There is not touching, no kissing, no nothing. You aren't getting a blowjob, and you sure as hell aren't getting laid. This is look, but don't touch, understand?" I nodded. She scooted a chair back from the table and set it next to the bag. She sat down and crossed her legs. "Okay then." she said with a smile that sent a quiver through my rock-hard cock. "Strip." Her eyes moved over my chest and shoulders as I unbuttoned the shirt, letting it fall to the ground. I kicked off my shoes and socks, and then unbuttoned the jeans. Her eyes rested on my crotch as I worked my way down the fly and pushed the jeans off. stepping out of them, I stood before her completely naked. Her eyes were glued to my erect penis, and her face was flushed, lips slightly parted. Without taking her eyes off me, she reached down into her bag and pulled out a bottle of lube and tossed it to me. I caught it, and sat down in a chair across from her, squirting a little of the lube into my hand. A drop of precum had already appeared at the tip of my dick. Shannon licked her lips and uncrossed her legs, opening them and then squeezing them back together. She ran her hands over her skirt. "God, you have a beautiful cock. Stroke it for me." I was happy to oblige. Her face was becoming more flushed. I smiled and started gently rubbing my cock. It felt great, and I was already so horny, I knew I had to go slow to make sure this wasn't a short show. I closed my eyes and a moaning sigh escaped me. When I opened them, Shannon had reached a hand into her cardigan, and was slowly caressing her breast, her eyes glued to my glistening manhood. She seemed to be entranced. It was incredibly erotic, having a woman watching me slowly stroke my dick. I gave it a gentle squeeze at the top, sending a shiver through my whole body, watching her watch me. She opened her legs and squeezed them together again. God, she was hot. "What are you thinking about?" she asked. My eyes met hers. "Fucking you," I replied huskily, stroking my cock up and down, my hips giving an involuntary thrust. I wasn't sure if what I said was in the rules or not, but I was beyond caring. Her eyes told me I was doing just fine, as she moaned softly. She bit her lip. "Play with your balls. I want to see you play with your balls. Play with them the way you want me to." I reached my other hand down and cradled my sack, gently caressing it. "Oh my god," she said. She pulled her hand out of her cardigan and unbuttoned it, sliding it off her shoulders. Her breasts were beautiful, firm and round, capped with pink nipples that were taut and hard like marbles. Hiking up her skirt to her waist, she spread her legs wide apart. He pussy was like a perfect pink rose, glistening with her sweet honey, and the bead of her clitoris standing out prominently. Her hair was neatly trimmed to a small patch above her slit. Her hand slid down her bare, sweat-beaded chest to her wet pussy and started to gently rub her clitoris. Her eyes, half closed, never strayed from my pumping hand, my cock glistening with oil and precum. "Tell me about fucking me. Am I a good fuck?" she breathed. Her free hand massaged and kneaded her breasts, pinching and pulling at the nipples. "Oh yeah. Oh you have the sweetest little pussy. Tight and wet...God it's so good..." Another groan escaped me. It wasn't gong to be long now. "Do you want to come in my pussy? In my sweet fucking pussy?" her voice was thick with lust, and her breath came in moaning gasps. The hand between her legs worked furiously, making wet slapping sounds as she rubbed her hot pussy. Her hips ground in a sexy circle, legs trembling. "Yes." I moaned. "Oh yes..." "Do you want to come on my tits, baby? On my tits?" "Yes. I want to spray my come all over you..." "Stand up." she breathed. I did, not questioning, and stepped over to her. "Oh god yes..." she moaned, and she took her hand from her nipple and placed it over my balls. "Come on my tits, baby..." Her unexpected touch tipped me over the edge. I gritted my teeth, not taking my eyes from her face, a mask of concentration and arousal, her hair hanging into her face, flushed, hot as hell. My whole body shook as I came like a tidal wave, crying out as my cock launched great loops of my cum all over her tits. It splattered on her neck, chest, and breasts, the chair, the floor. As soon as my load hit her, her back arched and she wailed as she came. Both her hands moved to her chest, massaging in the cum that was there, as her body spasmed with a powerful orgasm, and she called out my name as I collapsed back into the chair. After a little while, we both recovered. "That was new," she said. "What was?" I asked. "A lot of it. The dirty talk. The touching. The cum on me." She paused. "It's never gone that way before." "Did you enjoy it?" She smiled. "Wasn't it obvious?" I smiled back. "Okay then." She took a shower, and then I did, and then she headed back to Mike. We agreed that we'd be doing that again, and as far as the rules...what Mike didn't know wouldn't hurt him. Watch Me Mmmmm, that was quite the visual. Watching you on my computer stroking your dick for me. Seeing your hand pump slowly up and down. Knowing you are doing for me made my nipples hard. I'm cold and lonely waiting on a chair for you to cum and take me... one hand is rubbing my nipple and the other hand is... slowly and ever so lightly making circles around my clit, feeling it get hard thinking of you baby... I slide my finger into the wetness... slowly pushing it in and pulling it out, my head is thrown back, lost in the ecstasy of the touching. My nipples are so hard baby I'm pulling and pinching them, my clit is hard and I'm so wet I slide another finger into myself, thinking of you wishing you were here. I hear a noise and look to find you standing there, I can see by the bulge in your pants you have been watching for awhile. I stand up and my robe falls off my shoulders to the floor and I walk towards you, my eyes never leaving yours, I'm barely breathing knowing what you are going to do to me... I reach you and I massage your crotch feeling your dick jump. Slowly I unzip your pants and reach in to touch your hard dick, your hand is wound in my hair and you are kissing my neck. my breast are crushed against your chest, I start rubbing myself on your dick... back and forth the head of your dick rubs across my clit, oh baby I can feel it building in me, I am so close to cumming now, you let me go and hold me at arms length and then push me back to the chair and make me sit down. You slowly kneel in front of me, you open my thighs wide, pulling apart my swollen lips, I can feel the cool air rush to meet my hot flesh, you take your thumb and rub it across my swollen clit, making me gasp. You lower your mouth to my clit and flick you tongue lightly across it, I'm breathing so fast now... just when I'm about to cum you pull your mouth away and shake your head, taking my hands and making me stand you take my place in the chair, you urge me forward till I'm straddling you legs. You are touching and kneading my breasts. I position my hips over your dick and slowly you let me lower myself onto your dick. First just the tip... then inch by inch I lower myself, you are so hard baby, it feels like I'm being split in half. When I'm completely filled with your dick, you suck on my nipples, not letting me move, holding my ass so that I'm pinned to you. You torture me by holding me there, you know I'm ready to cum. Then slowly you let me move up... and down... mmmmmm to feel your had dick sliding in and out of me. You reach down and touch my clit and as I come to rest at the base of your dick, I throw my head back moaning as you trace circles on my clit and baby I'm so close now I'm trembling, the feeling starts at my feet and my head quickly rushing to meet where you are touching. I feel like I'm exploding into a million pieces as I cry out your name, as I'm cum. Slowly I pull myself off your still hard dick and drop to my knees in front of you, wrapping my hand around the shaft that is wet with my juices. While gently cupping your balls I lick the head of your dick tasting me on you. I open my lips and take you in my wet mouth, as you tangle your hands in my hair and I pull you in till you feel the back of my throat close on your dick... sucking harder... faster... deeper, up... and down... mmmmmm. Baby I love to suck your dick, you are so close I can feel your balls tighten in my hands. i want you to cum in my mouth so that I can taste your cum, deeper... and deeper... you shove my head down... mmmmmmmm I'm almost cumming just giving you head, I suck harder and harder till your hands tighten in my hair and hold my head down, I can feel you cum splash against the back of my throat. I enjoy swallowing it all, letting none slip out of my mouth. I rest my head on your leg, your one hand still tangled in my hair as you recover. So we stand up and you zip your pants and put my robe back on me, you touch the side of my face and then kiss me, whispering that you will be back again when I least expect it. Watch Me! Traipsing into the bar purposefully, I felt dozens of pairs of eyes on me, as every head turned to gaze. What they saw was a sight to behold. The curves of my body were hugged by a backless gold evening dress, cut low at the bust, and high at the leg. I wore sheer stockings over my shapely legs, held up by black lacy garters, and flimsy black satin string-bikini panties. Black pumps added three inches to my five-eight frame, and added just the right wiggle to my walk. My wild chestnut hair swept down to my shoulders carelessly, making me look like I'd just been fucked, and my deep dark eyes, and full sexy lips, carefully made-up, told everyone I was ready to fuck again. The truth was, I hadn't been fucked in months, and it was time to end that streak. Coolly ignoring everyone, I sat at a table in the corner. I was on the hunt, but I would wait for my prey to come to me. Why was I here? I asked myself that question over and over again, as I waited. If I had my way, I'd be home right now, making love to Mike. But he didn't seem to want me anymore. Our marriage started out beautifully two years ago; we did everything together, and made love constantly. Five months ago, Mike got a promotion at the ad agency where he works. Now he's at the office at least 60 hours a week, and when he's home, he's working, and I'm left alone in our bed, frustrated and horny. Lost in thought, I almost didn't notice the waiter approaching. He had a tray with three drinks on it. "The margarita is from the gentleman at the end of the bar," he said pointing. "The strawberry Dachari is from the man with the red tie in the corner, and the white wine is compliments of the man with the gold-mine hanging around his neck." He smiled at me, and started setting the drinks down on my table. "Could you take those back," I said somewhat embarrassed, "and bring me a diet cola, with no ice?" "Anything the Lady wishes," he said, smiling again, and gathering up the drinks. Hours went by, and I sat, nursing my third or fourth diet coke, getting more and more miserable. I'd sent back at least two other trays full of drinks from various benefactors. I'd come here to find a man, but this wasn't working. I suppose I wasn't playing the game right. The men bought me drinks, and I was supposed to accept them, and then they'd come over to chat me up. Those are the rules. But I just didn't like any of those guys. The way they leered at me, like I was just a pair of tits and a cunt. The way they waited in the shadows, sending the waiter, basically to ask if they could fuck me. It was just too sleazy. My waiter came to collect my empty glass. "Closing time," he said. I looked at my watch. "Oh, I hadn't realized it was so late!" And I almost started crying. The waiter sat down opposite me. "Are you okay?" he asked with genuine concern. And I spilled my guts; told him all about my husband's neglect, how I'd gotten all dressed up in hopes of snaring a bed-partner for the night, and how much of a fool I felt like. He comforted me with soft words, and soon I felt somewhat better. Brian, as I found out the waiter's name was, walked me to my car. He was so sweet. Just like Mike, when we first met. He was dressed simply in a red tee-shirt and jeans, and his dark hair was cut short, and carelessly rumpled. Our eyes met, as he opened my car door for me. His eyes were as black as night, and I thought I would be lost in them forever. Leaning forward impulsively, I pressed my lips to his. For a moment, he didn't respond, and I thought I'd embarrassed myself yet again. But then his strong arms wrapped around my waist, and he kissed me deeply, his tongue probing my mouth. Pulling him closer, and wrapping my arms around him, I kissed him with growing passion. I could feel his manhood growing rigid against my thigh. Brian ran his hands over the tingling flesh of my back, and I tentatively reached for his cock, rubbing it through his jeans. A low moan escaped from his throat, as his hand moved down to cup my ass, and he pressed his cock into my hand. I gave it a squeeze, and he moaned again. Leaning down, he tenderly began kissing my neck. My hands roamed over his body, under his tee-shirt. Pushing my legs apart, he pressed his body to mine, and I started grinding my crotch against his hardness. Breathing hard as he softly kissed a trail from my neck to my breasts, I could feel my panties getting wet, and I pressed myself harder against him. God, if Mike could see me now, he'd have a fit! And that gave me inspiration! His hard cock pushing against me, Brian pulled my dress down off of my shoulders, baring my breasts for his lips and tongue. A tingle went from my nipples to my clit, as he swirled his tongue over them. "I want you," I whispered hotly in his ear. "I want you so badly." I wasn't sure how to ask him to do what I wanted him to do, and his mouth on my nipples didn't make it easy to think, but after a time, I managed to ask him, "Would you come to my place, and fuck me? I'm going to fuck you either way; I want you to know that. But I want to show my husband what he's been missing." Brian stopped for a moment, but didn't move away from me. He studied my face, I guess wondering if I was kidding, or crazy, and then he kissed me, gently. "I think your husband is a fool, Jennifer," he said at last, "and I'd be glad to help you show him that." We decided to take Brian's car, and I gave him my address. Kissing his face, and rubbing his chest and his hard cock through his jeans, I kept him, and myself, aroused for the entire trip home. Still exposed to his hungry eyes, my breasts bounced and jiggled with every little bump in the road, while I unzipped him and pulled out his hard, thick cock. It looked so yummy; I just had to give it a taste. Gripping the steering wheel like a vice, Brian suffered my tongue on his hard cock. I snaked my tongue all around the shaft, up and down, over his balls, and back up to the head. Bathing his cock in my spit, I took the purple tip between my lips, and nibbled gently, as he pulled into my driveway. As he cut off the engine, I sucked his cock all the way into my mouth, letting it touch the back of my throat, and then I pulled it in deeper, swallowing it down, and touched my lips to his pelvic bone. He moaned his appreciation loudly, and then whispered, "We're here, Jenny." Our progress to the front door was slow, because we stopped every two feet to fondle and kiss one another. I handed Brian my house key, and while he slipped it into the lock, I shed my dress, so that when we walked into the living room, I was dressed only in stockings, heels, and soaking wet string bikini panties. Slamming the door shut behind me, I began pulling Brian's clothing off, and pushing him to the sofa. Mike was not in the room, but I could see that the light in his office was on. Typical. Gently pushing me down onto the sofa, Brian knelt before me. He kissed the crotch of my drenched panties, and caressed my thighs with his hands. My pussy was on fire, and getting hotter by the minute. Soon, my moans told Mike that I was home, and he came into the room to investigate. He looked absolutely stunned, as I looked at him through silted eyes. Brian untied the strings of my panties, and began flicking his tongue over my neglected cunt. Wrapping my legs around his head, I pulled his face into my pussy, and he licked it so sweetly. Mike just stood there, staring, and I just sat there, grinding my pussy into a strange man's face. Finally getting his voice, Mike said, "What the Hell is going on here?" He didn't seem angry; just surprised, maybe hurt. Good! "Just what it looks like, Mike!" I somehow managed to speak, around my moans, as Brian continued to lick my pussy, and suck my clit. "I've found someone who wants me, and you are going to sit there quietly, and watch." "The Hell I will!" he said, definitely angry now, but he made no move to leave, or to stop Brian from tonguing my pussy. Grabbing a handful of his hair, I moved my hips up and down, washing Brian's face in my love-juices, and moaned loudly. "You will," I gasped. "If you don't, then say goodbye to me now." He was stunned into silence again, and did exactly what I told him; he sat down quietly, and watched as Brian sucked my cunt. Oh, it felt so nice to have a man eating me, after such a long long time! My pussy felt alive again, like it had been awakened from a long, restless sleep, as Brian kissed, and licked, and fucked it with his tongue. My flesh was hot with living fire, and I shook violently as that fire, too long restrained, broke free, flowing like molten lava from my cunt, and I screamed out the name of the Lord in vain! Grabbing Brian by the head, I pulled him up to me for a deep, lingering tongue kiss, and I tasted my cum on his lips. I pulled him closer to me, and guided his hard cock to my still throbbing pussy. He jabbed at my clit with the tip, sending shivers up and down my spine, and then slipped it slowly between my cuntlips. Filling my slick cunny with his steely prick, Brian began working over my tits with his mouth. Moaning lustily, I looked at Mike over Brian's shoulder. I must admit that the fact that Mike was watching Brian eat me, and then fuck me, made me feel like a slut. And I loved it! I wanted to be a slut! And I could see it in Mike's eyes that, while still confused, angry, hurt, he was enjoying this almost as much as I. Watching the lust grow in my husband's eyes, I impaled myself on Brian's stiff dick over and over again, getting closer and closer to another climax. His eyes on me, watching this strange man fucking me, sent me to new levels of passion. "Fuck me, harder!" I yelled. "Anything the Lady wishes," he whispered to me, and my wish was, indeed, his command! He fucked me with wild abandon, and soon I was heralding the Second Coming with screams of passion! Mike licked his lips, and I noticed a distinct bulge in his slacks, as he watched Brian fuck me, and listened as I cried out in ecstasy. Getting up on the couch on all fours, I waved my ass in Mike's direction, and begged Brian to fuck me doggy-style. I looked over my shoulder, as Brian entered me from behind, and he kissed me, and massaged my tits with one hand, and my clit with the other. Mike sighed, and he touched himself through his slacks, as I praised Brian's efforts with my moans. In moments, I came again, fiercely slamming my ass against Brian's hips, and screaming nonsense syllables. And still, Brian's cock stood at attention, waiting to do my bidding! We shifted again on the sofa, with Brian lying on his back, and me on top, where I could look right into Mike's eyes. He had opened his slacks now, and was boldly stroking his excited dick, watching me fuck another man, powerless to do anything about it. Lowering myself onto Brian's engorged penis, I bounced up and down, rubbing my clit, and pinching my nipples. Reaching behind me, I gently squeezed his balls, while gazing directly into my husband's eyes. His cock rigid, he stroked it madly, while I slid my cunt over Brian's cock. Again, I tensed all over, and suddenly relaxed, as my next climax shook my body. I wanted Brian to cum now, and more so, I wanted Mike to see him cum! Sitting up on the sofa, and spreading my legs wide, I took Brian's cock in my mouth, and deepthroated him again. I sucked on his manhood in full view of my husband, and soon had them both groaning. "I'm going to cum," whispered Brian. Taking him out of my mouth, I grabbed his right hand, and placed it on his hard cock. "Cum for me, lover," I hissed at him, "cum all over my cunt!" "Anything the Lady wishes," he said again, stroking his cock with frenzied hands. He squeezed his eyes shut, arched his back, cried out his incoherent declaration of bliss, and splattered his hot white cum on my belly and my eager pussy. Then he collapsed on the sofa, next to me. "Stop that," I said to my husband, who was still stroking his cock, "and come here." He practically ran to me, and knelt on the spot where I was pointing. "Now, fuck me," I said simply. And he did! He fucked me with a vengeance! He fucked me like he had never done before, and his cock in my pussy, filling me with his cum, and Brian's tongue on my nipples sent me flying through space, as I came again! And this time, I swore I saw stars! When my head cleared, Brian was kissing me goodnight. "It was nice meeting you," he said to Mike, shaking his hand. He smiled at me, said "Good luck my Lady," and he left. Mike and I didn't say a word the rest of that night; we went to bed, and just held each other until we drifted off to sleep. He understood why I did what I did, and he told me that it was a wake-up call for him. I see a lot more of him now than I had since he'd gotten the promotion, and our sex life is better than ever. Not only that, but Brian has become a part of our lives. We see him quite often, and Mike loves to watch him fuck me. He said so. But he didn't really have to. Watch Me Authors note: Now that enough years have passed, I can safely and affectionately share this story. For purposes and requirements, all characters in the story are over the age of 18. I have made every attempt to recollect this story as accurately as possible, preferring to leave out anything I am not sure of as opposed to including it just for the sake of trying to write an erotic story. I hope you enjoy it. Obviously, the names have likewise been changed to protect identities. * We called her Mrs. Blake, or at least I did anyway. She was also known as the quiet lady, primarily because she was a bit of a recluse. I knew very little about her, and most of that coming from my parents when I had actually been required to apply for the privilege of mowing and trimming her yard. And don't laugh, every year she reviewed potential candidates for the spring-summer-fall long job of doing that. So it was, just because you mowed her yard one year, didn't mean you'd get to do so again the next year. I am sure that the fact she paid extremely well, well above the normal, is why my friends and I, amongst others, actually went through the yearly routine. Age didn't really matter, if you could do the job, and do it correctly according to her standards; she was willing to pay for it. I knew only that her husband had been killed many years before. Though I never learned how that had come about. I also knew she didn't have any children, and after the death of her husband, never wanted any...and never remarried either. And I honestly found that sad as she was a very attractive woman, at the time...somewhere in her early to mid fifties back then. I remember she had just a touch of grey to her dark auburn hair and made no attempt to color it, content to let it turn naturally. She wore it in a small ponytail most of the time, and I rarely recall seeing her wear her hair in any other style. I also remember we were pretty close to the same height, and though I eventually grew another inch or so, at the time I'd guess she was about five foot seven or so. Mrs. Blake (though in time I would come to know her as Helen) was what I guess you would call a medium built woman. Far from slim, and equally far from being over weight, though an obvious telltale bit of extra in her frame, depending on whatever clothes she was wearing at the time. I'll save the description for the more intimate and personal stuff later. This was actually my second year mowing and trimming for her, though there had been a year in between that, when someone else actually did it besides me. I often wondered if she did that on purpose to keep any one person from thinking they had the job locked up. Though I seriously believe, I did a better job of it than anyone else did. It even got to the point that I went out of my way (and time) to go the extra bit, which I now know, she appreciated very much. It was well into the late spring, early summer when things took a really interesting turn, and in many ways, had a significant impact on my life. I had as usual gone over early to begin mowing long before it would get very hot. Already the skies were promising a bit of rain, so I was likewise in hopes of getting the yard mowed before the expected downpour came. I had barely gotten finished with the mowing when the rain came. Promising Mrs. Blake to return later in the day to finish up with the trimming because of it. She told me not to bother until it was totally dry, even if that meant coming back the following day. I soon after headed home, which was about three or four blocks away by bike, and no more than a good ten or fifteen minute distance between us. Although the rain was already starting to let up some by the time I arrived home, it promised to be a daylong drizzle at the very least, accompanied by some fairly serious thunder and lightening. I had actually changed into dry clothes when it hit me. I had left out the trimmer in the rain, forgetting to put it away before I left. Something like that was apt to blackball me if I hadn't been already, from returning again the next year. Once more, I headed back to her place as fast as I could in the hopes that perhaps she wouldn't have noticed that yet. I could even safely park my bike on the side of the garage, and then enter in that way (as the door was always unlocked) and then grab the trimmer which I'd left leaning against the work shed, put it away inside, and hopefully leave without ever being found out. Everything went according to plan until I walked around the backside of the garage and the attached work shed. I froze in place, disbelief of what I was currently looking at, turning me into stone. And there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. There was a small L-shaped porch that ran along the backside of the house. The awning was just enough to protect from most of the rain, which is why I guess I had made a major mistake in coming back when I did. Mrs. Blake was sitting in one of her lawn chairs watching the storm, in particular the sound of thunder and lightning (as she'd explain later to me) which was something she had always been fascinated with. The problem was...she was entirely naked, sitting there while doing so. And maybe that would have been bad enough, actually walking around the corner not expecting to find her sitting there like that, but it just so happened, that she had her legs propped up in the chair, spread pretty widely, and one hand busy between her legs, the other at the moment cupping one of her rather full pendulous looking breasts. Like I said. Our eyes locked for a brief second as my mind tried to retake control over my body and signal me to flee. And I would have done so, had she not called out to me when she did. "Jason? Come here," she said firmly, though I don't recall there being an edge of anger in her tone of voice. Surprise, maybe even a little embarrassment perhaps, but she certainly wasn't angry with me. To my own surprise, I cross the few steps, now entering the protection of the awning, though I still stood several feet away, unsure of what to do next, let alone expect. "Closer," I remember her saying, and then indicating for me to stand right in front of her chair. I did as she asked until I was actually standing there no more than a foot or so away from her, looking at her, unable not to, as the internal struggle of having to face her in the eye, was actually worse than keeping my eyes lowered, though I was looking at this totally nude woman while doing that. And it was at that very moment that I realized...she hadn't removed her hand from between her legs! And as I realized that, I also realized, she was still finger-fucking herself, slowly perhaps, and maybe trying to be a bit imperceptible while doing so? But the reality was, she was doing that...still teasing herself as I only then looked up into her eyes again, now tilting the other way in my confusion as to knowing just exactly where in hell I should be looking at this point. Once again, our eyes locked, but this time I also saw her mouth move. I heard no words, for if she spoke any, they were far too quiet for me to have done so. But the shape of her words as she spoke them, were beyond question. "Watch me." The way I saw it, I didn't really have any other choice. Sure...I could have turned and ran, left anyway. But I also figured that I'd be fucked for the rest of the summer as far as the job went. And besides, it wasn't her fault that I had come back and found her masturbating in the privacy of her own backyard, that one was definitely on me. And the only thing she had said was that. Nothing else. Nothing about me doing anything, or doing anything to her. Just, "Watch me," so the way I saw it...I had nothing to lose, and everything in the world to gain. And so I stood, watching her. Saying nothing, doing nothing. Just watching. And I was more turned on than I had ever been in my entire life. When Mrs. Blake realized I was actually going to stay, she smiled. It was one of the very rare times I had ever seen her do so. And then after that, she proceeded to pleasure herself quite openly, quite uninhibitedly sitting there right in front of me as I watched her. And though times perhaps have changed since then as styles and preferences seem to do, I recall that she didn't really have a thick hairy bush. In fact, what I recall and even now see just as clearly as then, was this very fine layer of pubic hair, that was actually more straight than curly perhaps. It was also a light brown, and looked almost as though it had been combed that way, both sides meeting towards the middle, where her finger lay. Still pressing against herself, occasionally dipping inside before reemerging again. I also remember the color of her inner lips, for they appeared almost red inside as opposed to the outer, more pinkish flesh of her labia. And though actually watching her finger-fucking herself was erotic enough, I was then (and have always been) a bonafide card-carrying breast man. All shapes, all sizes...mattered not. So here to I was being treated to another stimulating pleasure as well. With one hand still between her legs, the other she used to caress and tease her own breast and nipple with. Mrs. Blake had what I can only say were fairly heavy looking, somewhat pendulous breasts. I mean they weren't exactly saggy or anything, just heavy and fell a bit more down her chest perhaps. I honestly thought they were beautiful, and provided me many evenings of pleasure after that just when thinking about them. But I digress here. I remember too that her nipples were fairly large, some call them "pancake" nipples for lack of a better description. They were a light tan, not quite pink, and colored enough to clearly define the area as they sat on the tip of her breasts. She had amazing nipples too as I remember. Fairly thick, and I actually remember comparing them in size to "Dots" though even bigger than that, and certainly longer too. Mrs. Blake could scissor her nipple between two fingers, and you'd still see a goodly portion of it poking up and through whenever she did that. So, watching her doing both, playing with her breasts, caressing them, tugging and eventually pulling hard on her nipples...more so when she actually came, in conjunction with the sound of her fingers now sliding in and out of her very wet cunt, not to mention the vision of her while doing so, was almost more than I could emotionally stand. And stand I still did. Like a statue with hard-on. When it was over, she asked me to sit at the patio table, which I did. She stood up, now slipping on a bathrobe, which she'd, had sitting nearby, and simply informed me she was going inside to get us something to drink while we talked. She'd made it clear, and very obvious I wasn't going anywhere until we had. Though I also had no intention of going anywhere either, especially not after what had just happened. Maybe I was more curious now than anything else, (though I was still horny as hell too) but I remained sitting there until she came out again. She placed a poured Coke in front of me, as well as one for herself. And though I knew she smoked, I'd never seen her actually doing so. In addition to our drinks, she had also brought her smokes along with an ashtray outside. She lit one, drawing the smoke in, looking at me, and then blowing it out as she actually spoke. "Obviously, it was NOT my intent for you to see me doing that. However, you did. And we will discuss that at greater length momentarily, but I want you to listen to what else I have to tell you before doing that." She drew in another lung full of smoke, and I took a large sip of my Coke, still waiting on her. She confirmed then the story I'd already heard from my parents about the loss of her husband, and her reasoning for never getting married again. It was a time when some women, for whatever reason, just never did so if someone they truly loved, actually died. And according to what Mrs. Blake told me, that was the main reason, and also why she'd never had any children either. Since her husband's death, she had in fact not had sex, or rather intercourse, with any other man. She went on to explain to me, that it didn't make her some sort of a Spinster or anything even close to that. (I actually had to look that one up back then to see what she meant by that). But she went on to explain that almost the reverse was true. Maybe she wasn't physically having sexual relations with anyone, but it hadn't kept her from thinking about it, nor from masturbating, which she actually shared with me, she did very often. Needless to say, I had walked in on her while doing so. And the reason behind that had been, because thunder and lightning storms always aroused her, for some odd reason. To this day...every time I hear the peel of thunder or see lightning, I think of her name. And that was when she told me to call her Helen. Though she also told me a few other things as well. For one, she said that if I ever said anything to anyone about what I had seen her doing, then I would of course be out of a job for starters...permanently. And secondly, if I had any desire to see her do so again, then I'd also have to promise not to say anything to anyone about her doing that either. She also informed me, there would be no expectations about anything else. (Though as I would later learn, that was sort of open to interpretation as it turned out.) She soon after sent me home again to think about it, and return the following day with an answer as to what my decision was. Though not before putting the trimmer back in the work-shed again before I left. Which I did. And of course, I already knew what my answer was going to be before I even arrived back home again. Anxious to return the following day, now more so, than ever. ** I was a little surprised to find the trimmer leaning against the garage again, waiting for me. Along with a small note which she'd taped to the handle. Saying simply, "Come inside when you're done here." At least trimming was the easier part, and it took me less than an hour to finish up. I put the trimmer back into the shed again, and then as she asked, stepped up to the back door porch way, knocking of course before letting myself in. Doing that wasn't new, pretty much standard routine whenever I'd been invited inside before, usually to get a drink or in using the restroom. And usually too, she met me coming just then into the kitchen area, but not today. I called out. "Mrs. Blake?" And then amended that, taking a chance, and then saying "Helen?" Instead. I'm pretty sure she heard me the first time, though only when I'd used the name Helen did I hear the sound of her voice calling me from somewhere ahead. Her home was just one level, though spacious enough, with at least two or more bedrooms down a rather long hallway leading off the main living room. I heard her voice calling out to me from there. "Down the hall Jason, turn right at the end of the hallway." I passed by the bathroom I had actually been in before, so I was deeper now into her home than I had ever been before. And though I am sure the hallway wasn't nearly as long as I sort of see it and imagine it now, I know it felt like it. Though I am sure it was only seconds before actually reaching it, turning...and then once again stopping dead in my tracks when I did. Her bedroom door was wide open. And the way her bed sat inside the room, she was facing me. Facing me while laying on it, once again fully naked. This time she didn't need to beckon me to come forward, I just sort of automatically did so, though stopping short just inside the door as I entered the room. She already had one hand working her pussy, and as she (I think) had guessed, the other already playing with and manipulating her tit. "You can sit down this time, if you want to Jason," she indicated, now pointing towards one of two matching chairs she had in her bedroom. I took the closest one to me of course, though in truth, the other would have provided a better angle perhaps had I taken it instead. "So, tell me Jason...truthfully. What did you do when you arrived home yesterday after leaving here?" Was she actually asking me if I'd jerked off? Which of course I had done, though not until much later after everyone had gone to bed. "Well, I first picked up and cleaned my room..." I began, receiving then a look from her upon saying that. "You know what I mean Jason." And of course I did. "Did you...play with yourself?" She pressed, her fingers suddenly worming around a bit more than they had been, along with the fingers now pinching and pulling on one of those amazingly hard nipples of hers. "Yes. Yes I did," I managed to confirm, swallowing a bit, and once more feeling the erection inside my pants growing again. There was no way from stopping it, but apparently, she hadn't meant for me to. "And what did you think about while you were touching yourself?" She asked again, her tone of voice suddenly a bit softer, a bit husky perhaps as her level of arousal climbed. "About you," I offered, though again receiving another 'look' from her. And as I did, seeing both of her hands stopping, moving away as she actually sat up. "I figured that much," she said with totally different tone of voice. "Maybe I need to be a little clearer here," she told me. "If you want to see more of what you saw yesterday, then you need to be as candid with me vocally, as I'm being with you visually. So when I ask you what you were thinking about, I'm talking specifics here. I want you to tell me what you were imagining while you were jacking off. There...that a little clearer for you?" I don't know if I merely nodded my head, or actually said yes, but she lay back in the bed once again, this time bending her legs at the knee, spreading herself even more obscenely than I'd seen the day before. "I was thinking about your tits, and what I'd like to be doing to them," I began. "Go on," she moaned. "Tell me more...specifically." "How I wish I could suck them, and pull on them with my fingers the way you were doing." "You mean like this?" She asked, now using both hands to pull on her nipples with simultaneously. "So you liked that huh? You like watching the way I play with my nipples then." "Yes...yes I do," I confirmed, once again swallowing, feeling the almost painful press of my erection inside my pants. "And what about my pussy? Did you think about that?" I knew a one word answer wasn't what she was looking for. And I think I scored a few points with her when I answered. "I thought about what it might feel like to put my own fingers there. What it might feel like, sensing your juices, hearing the sounds I would make as I fingered you." "Just fingered? Or finger-fucked me?" She asked, her raspy tone of voice once more alerting me that she was really getting off on this. Sure, I'd used the word Fuck around my friends a few times before, but never in front of an actual adult person. So saying it now, felt weirdly odd, yet exciting at the same time. "Finger fucking you." "My cunt?" "Yes, your cunt." And to be honest here, that is a word I think I had thought, but had never actually said out loud before, until now anyway. And once again, it seemed wonderfully nasty and wicked...and dirty all at once. It was a delicious feeling. "And what else would you like to do to my cunt?" She asked. "What else did you think about doing to it?" "Licking it. That's what I thought about," I told her honestly. "Yesterday, watching you in the chair, I thought about...imagined actually dropping down onto my knees, and then licking you." That one surprised her. I could see it by the look of her eyes. "So you didn't actually think about fucking me?" "Last night? No. I didn't. I thought about sucking your tits, even rubbing the head of my cock against your nipples, but then after that...licking you." Watch Me "So did you cum?" Though she didn't wait for an answer, assuming that was redundant anyway. "And what then were you imaging when you finally did cum?" She finished, though her fingers were all but flying now in and out of her pussy as she asked me that. I could already hear the wet-slick sounds of her cunt as she brought herself closer and closer to orgasm. Once again, one hand back towards her breast, holding and squeezing it, not yet venturing towards the nipple. I knew she was saving that as the final trigger perhaps when she came. "I was imaging your hand on my cock, jacking me off...making me cum," I told her, which is exactly what I had been thinking when I did. I watched her hand move over, capturing her nipple, pulling on it hard. Damn she was loud when she came. I guess she was more so because we were inside perhaps as opposed to the day before. But even then, it sort of startled me just the same. But it was fun hearing it too. "Next Saturday right?" She asked once again dressed, walking me to the door. "And be prepared to tell me about every time you actually jerked off, and what you thought about when you did," she instructed, and then adding. "If I like that, maybe there will be an additional little bonus for you," she actually winked at me. Bonus hell. I didn't really need or want any more money. But I was already planning on jerking off almost every day anyway. After all, I had tons of material to fantasize about. ** I finished up the mowing, and the trimming in short order, though ensuring I did just as good a job as I always had. And to my surprise, just as I finished putting everything away, walking over towards the patio area, she came walking out. She had drinks in hand for us, and she was naked while carrying them. I only then noticed, she had repositioned the chairs so that they faced one another. Once again, she lit up a smoke, though blowing it away from me as she exhaled. Once more looking at me. Only then did I see that she had placed this long white slim object on the table next to her, only then picking it up. It looked to me like something you would pack a toothbrush in or something, though obviously it wasn't. Especially when she turned it on, twisting the end cap. I could hear this soft little buzzing sound when she did that. "You know what this is?" She asked. I had no idea, and told her so. She seemed to enjoy knowing that. "It's called a vibrator," she explained, and then actually offered it to me to hold for a moment. And though I was hesitant at first, I took it from her feeling the odd tingle of vibration in my hand. "Interesting," I said still a little unsure of it's use here. She smiled at that. "Oh it's more than just interesting," she told me. "Here, I'll show you what I like doing with it. It's part of your bonus," she stated. Odd how just holding onto something, that eventually ended up inside her pussy could be enough to actually fantasize about later. But I did. And that wasn't even the very best part either. I sat there watching her use the toy on herself, something a bit more like a prick than just her fingers perhaps. But it had one more additional benefit too. Occasionally she'd just leave it inside there, while she could, trying to hold it before it quite naturally slipped out. But when she did this, she used both hands on her tits again, really playing with them, that soon had me throbbing like crazy. "And what do you think of my new toy?" She asked. I told her I liked it, and that it looked "Nasty" as I recall. She seemed to like that response, and then asked me about my week. Once again, I knew exactly what she meant by that. And it would be safe to say that I had at least half a dozen jerk-off sessions to tell her about. And thus I began, one by one...telling her in about as explicit detail as possible as to what I had done, and what I was thinking about when I did, including one session in the shower where I let the water do all the work on me. She once again seemed surprised, but very pleased by that as I shared it with her. And as I'd hoped, she was actually loud again when she came, even outside this time. And I also think she seemed to bounce around a bit more than I'd seen her do before, even shaking and shivering this time for quite a while afterwards. After she had finally calmed down and collected herself, she lit up another smoke, once more looking at me. I was expecting the usual, "See you next week," thing when she spoke. "Would you like to know what the rest of your bonus might be?" She asked. Naturally I shook my head yes, not knowing what to expect as I did. "I haven't been exactly fair now have I?" She began, though I sat tight, waiting to hear where the rest of this was going, so not really answering, which wasn't necessary anyway as she continued. "If you'd like...you can jerk off now while looking at me," she offered. Ok, now I know this is going to sound crazy, but it's the God's honest truth. Its one thing to 'get to' actually sit (or stand) there watching someone masturbate, especially someone like Helen. But to do it in front of her, was something else altogether. And funny enough, even actually thinking about doing just that as part of fantasy, still wasn't the real thing, like this would be. I wasn't even sure I could do it. As much as I wanted to. "Just remember one thing Jason. We can't touch one another. That would be taking things a bit too far I think. You watching me, and me watching you is one thing...but it will never be anything more than that. So, like I said...if you'd like to. If you want to...I'd really enjoy seeing that." "You...you would?" "Oh yes. Hell yes," she actually leered at me. "I have fantasies too Jason, one of which, is imagining what your cock looks like. So, how about you show me?" And then suddenly, it sounded like the best fucking idea in the whole world. ** I didn't dare get naked, though it was close enough. She even made me stand up when I dropped my pants, even before removing my underwear. My "boner" damn near slapping against my belly as I pulled my shorts away from it, likewise pushing them down to now join my jeans, which were currently around my ankles. "Turn to the side," she told me. I knew she was now looking at me in profile. I heard her sigh without turning to look, a bit shy at the moment perhaps, knowing full well she was now staring openly at my hard cock, hoping she would like it. "Nice prick Jason," she confirmed, giving me a little comforting relief. At least it wasn't disappointing to her, though I had no real idea whether it would or wouldn't either way. "You're really hard aren't you?" She asked. "Oh yeah, very hard. But sometimes, I even get a bit harder than this," I shared with her. "When I'm that hard...it sort of gets a bit more purple in color," I explained. "Then make it purple for me," she actually giggled. "Sit down Jason, and make it purple for me." I sat down with my jeans and underwear still down around my ankles. But I could have cared less as to the way I looked. Helen too began touching her self for me again, though this time without the use of her vibrator, which I actually kind of preferred. It seemed a bit more intimate and personal this way. I loved watching her fingers going in and out, though she added another treat to all of this when she took them out in order to lick them off. "That help making you get purple-hard?" She asked. "Oh yeah. Fuck yeah!" I answered back, seeing the joy in her eyes upon hearing that. I was stroking my cock for real now too. Not just playing with it, not really. Fisting it almost wildly, until she caught me off guard. "Whoa there honey. Not so fast, this isn't a race here. I want to see you play with it yes, jack it, wank it...whatever you want to call it. And eventually I want to see you cum too...but let's enjoy this until then, so let's just slow down, watch one another, and enjoy ourselves, how's that sound?" I did as she asked, and enjoyed it. For a far lot longer than I usually did I must confess. But it was again fun, nasty...and forcing myself to delay the inevitable was certainly worth the end result when it happened. For both of us as it turned out. This time, she was in full control of herself though. I don't know how she managed it, or did it...but she somehow held off cumming again until I did. "You're very, very hard. And very, very purple now," she told me, unnecessarily I might add. "Do you squirt a lot when you cum?" She now asked, sort of taking me off guard for a moment. "The reason I ask Jason, is because it's been a very long time since I've actually seen a man do that, and admittedly I miss seeing that," she confessed. "I am really looking forward to seeing you cum." And that's...about the time I started to. Just hearing her say that. And though I know for a fact I was no-where's near as loud as she was when I came, it was loud enough...and she sort of enjoyed hearing that too as she joined me, urging me on. "Oh yes, yes Jason, yes! Squirt baby, squirt! Milk it out for me honey. Milk it all out, keep jacking it until there isn't any more." That goes without saying. Especially under the circumstances. But I also have to give her credit too. That was without a doubt one of the most intense orgasms I'd ever experienced, not to mention perhaps the messiest as well. Though she really seemed to like that. Even when I realized I had shot several ropes of semen which had splashed upon the cement patio, offering to go get something to clean it up with, she laughed. "Leave it. I'll get it later. I want to be able to look at it and remember it for a while," she grinned. I know that many will probably find this a bit weird or strange too perhaps. And maybe at first, even I did. But the thing was. She never did scrub those spots away. If anything, we even added to them. A lot. And so it went, week after week...our private little "watch me" sessions as we did that, watching one another, never touching. And I won't deny the fact that I'd wanted to, perhaps even made an attempt or two at doing that, only once being allowed to even kiss her breast, and no where near close to her nipple either. And if I pressed, Helen was quick to back me away, the simple threat of "ending" our deal if I persisted, usually more than enough to keep me at bay. And then...as things usually do. Our time together would soon be at an end. I hadn't told her, almost afraid to. But I think somehow she knew anyway, even before I did tell her. I'd enlisted in the Navy, and would soon be heading off to boot camp, and then to God knows where after that. And the timing couldn't have been any more perfect either as the season for mowing the lawn would soon be at an end too. I'd gone over, for basically my last lawn mowing...though that never happened. She met me, standing in the doorway of her front door as I came walking up. Something she had never done before. She opened her door, stepping out just a bit, and then looking quickly right, and then left. Turning back towards me, she opened the robe she was wearing, revealing herself. Completely nude, which as it had always been...was a nice delight. I stepped up to the door, and then in as she held it for me. Passing by, or beginning to anyway when she just as suddenly stepped into my arms. The feel of her breasts for the first time pressed against me. And then kissing. I don't even remember how that happened, only that suddenly we were. And then her taking me by the hand, leading me down the hall towards her bedroom. She undressed me, completely. Once again something she had never done before. And then she pressed me back into her bed. I'd never been on that before either. I can honestly recall I was a jumble of emotions at the time, I think we both were. Like I said, I think she already knew, just as I knew...this was apt to be the last time we'd ever be together. When she actually slithered down the bed, I knew then we were going into uncharted waters here. And for the first time ever, feeling her hand as it wrapped itself around my cock was heavenly. And though I had a pretty good idea of what was about to happen next, I remember her looking up at me for just a second. "We can't fuck. I'm sorry. But we can't." And then with that, my cock was suddenly inside her mouth. For a woman that hadn't been with a man in years, she certainly knew how to suck a man's prick. And though I didn't exactly have a whole lot to compare that to at the time, I certainly did later. And I still feel, and think...it was amongst the best blow-jobs I'd ever been given. She didn't just suck it, bob her head up and down on it like I've seen done in a few movies, she made love to it. Tenderly at times, wickedly in others. But I know without any doubt whatsoever, she held me on the edge for so long that I didn't think it would ever be possible to come down from that. Even when I did. I think I even warned her half a dozen times that I was going to cum, when I finally did. That didn't seem to matter to her, as she kept sucking me until I was. Swallowing, draining me...in more ways than one. I know one thing for sure. I saw stars. A whole bunch of them, and I'm not kidding you either. When she rolled over onto her back, I was half wondering if we were going to end this with me just watching her again. Not this time. "Come here Jason. Lick me. Like I said, you can't fuck me...but I'd love it if you'd lick me at least." Boy howdy's. Did I do that. That had been for me as well, one of my long...ongoing fantasies about her. And maybe I wasn't an expert, (actually a novice if we're being honest here) but she seemed to love whatever I did, no matter what I did. And coaxing me when needed, what to do, and how to do it next. Lets just say, I learned a lot from her that I've put to good practice since then. It did hurt just a little when she yanked on my hair as she came. But it was well worth it. And after we'd both had a chance to recover somewhat, we went at it again. This time mostly mutual masturbation, doing one another. But I loved fingering her pussy the way I'd seen her do. And I certainly loved the feel of her hand as she jacked me off. And maybe it wasn't a geyser of any sort when I came the second time, but it sure as hell felt damn fucking good. I left soon after that without really saying anything. But like I said, I think she already knew. I didn't see her again for almost a year. Home on leave, and soon about to ship out to my new duty station, I wanted to at least drop by, see how she was doing. Maybe it was an odd day to pick...a Saturday. I came walking up the drive, heard more than saw the lawn mower out back. I walked around the side of the garage like I had done a hundred times before. I almost...(almost I said) wished she was naked as she'd been before sitting there, but more than pleased when she wasn't. Fully dressed, reading the paper keeping an eye on the kid currently mowing her lawn. She looked over the edge of the paper, smiling at me. Finally putting it down and then standing, coming over to embrace me, kissing me chastely on the cheek before offering a seat to me. We spent the next little while catching up. Even long after the kid had put things away again, just as I'd done for so many years. There was no attempt, no hint of doing anything as we sat there. And even if I'd entertained the thought, or that she had...neither one of us was going to act on it. Our time together had long passed. When it was time to go, I reluctantly stood, once more embracing her. "I would like to know one thing before I go if you wouldn't mind," I asked. She had a curious look in her eyes at the question, but told me to go ahead and ask her anything. So I did. "How come you told me I could never fuck you?" I asked. I saw a sadness in her eyes then as she momentarily turned away, and then looking me dead on in the face again. "Because I promised Jim the day we got married, that I would never, ever...fuck another man again. And I never have. And it's the main reason I never really got involved with any other men either, because I knew that eventually in time, they would want to, and expect it. But I come from the belief that a promise is a promise. Right or wrong. So that's why being with you was so tender and so perfect, doing what we did. I guess technically, I got to bend the rules a little with you, all the while still keeping my word and my promise. So that's why Jason. That's why we never did, even though I wanted to," She paused then looking at me. "Do you hate me for that?" She asked, with genuine concern in her eyes. "Of course not," I said. And though I didn't perhaps understand the reasoning behind all this, I respected her for it. And told her so. We hugged, and even kissed once more, and then I walked away...never to see her again. I heard only that eventually she had moved to help care for a very ill sister. And then after that, lost any sort of contact with regards to her. I often wondered if any of the others who'd come after me had enjoyed what we'd shared together. And then I remembered that day. "Promise me that you'll never tell anyone about any of this, and I promise you, that I won't do this with anyone else either." I promised her I wouldn't. And then I realized, she'd made a promise to me as well. In a strange way, I really hoped that was a promise she'd never kept. But I had a feeling knowing her, that she did. In time, after so many years in passing. I eventually did hear that Helen had passed away a few years back. I honestly hope she is truly happier now, and that she's been joined again with the love of her life. Though I will say, I'm not one to make promises myself any more. They're too damn hard to keep. -End- Watch Me Crystal had just moved into her new Condo, located on the 7th floor. It was beach view, she couldn't afford beach front, but she still could see the ocean from her balcony. There was a condo directly across from hers, it was right on the beach, she was certain it had to have an awesome view. Crystal figured it had to be several hundred feet away, so she wasn't worried about bothering with curtains. She didn't really care anyway, if someone could see her she was fine with that. Crystal had found out when she was 18 that she enjoyed being watched, it was such a turn on. Her first experience with being watched was when she was out by her pool, her boyfriend at the time was Jake. They had been swimming and started making out in the pool, Jake sat Crystal on the edge of the shallow end, he pulled her bikini bottoms to the side and started eating her pussy. Jake ran his tongue up her wet slit, and pushed his middle finger inside her, and started fucking her cunt with his finger. Crystal reached behind her back and pulled the string to her bikini top, and pulled it off, exposing her perky little tits. She caressed her nipples, pinching them between her thumb and fingers, gently tugging at them. Jake had now slipped a second finger inside and was fucking her cunt, causing Crystal to moan with pleasure. While Crystal was playing with her nipples her eyes glanced over towards her neighbors house, she thought for a moment she could see someone in one of the windows. Jake was now gently nibbling Crystal's clit, sending her into an earth shattering orgasm, he lapped up her juices, savoring her sweet taste. Again Crystal's eyes caught sight of the window, she knew it could only be one person, Mr. Anderson, he was her retired neighbor, he was in his 60's, dirty old man she thought. Crystal suddenly felt something different, she didn't expect to feel this way, but she felt a rush, a thrill, she was actually feeling excited about being watched with Jake. Crystal led Jake over to the chaise lounge, she had him sit down and she dropped to her knees in front of him and sucked his cock into her waiting open mouth. Crystal than stood up and removed her bikini bottoms, turned around so she was facing her neighbors window and lowered her wet pussy down onto Jakes hard cock. Jake reached around and pinched her nipples as Crystal rode up and down his long hard cock. Crystal could feel every inch of his cock, throbbing deep inside her cunt. Crystal was now starring right at her neighbors window, she smiled, and blew a kiss towards her peeping Tom. Jake had no idea what was going on, he had never seen Crystal so hot before, she was riding his cock, raising her hips all the way until just the tip of his cock was still inside and than ramming her cunt down hard, taking all 8 inches he had. Crystal could feel her orgasm building, she tightened her cunt muscles around Jakes cock and fucked him faster, her eyes were locked on her neighbors window, she didn't even blink. Jake grabbed Crystal by her hips and was thrusting his cock upward as she was pounding her pussy into his crotch, faster and faster, harder and harder. Crystal orgasm erupted, she started gushing her cunt juices, Jake couldn't hold back any more and shot his load as well. Crystal raised up off of Jake's cock and fingered her clit, she was so turned on she squirted, she had never down that before, she squirted again and again, her body was shaking. She slipped three fingers inside her cunt and coated them with her juices and raised the fingers to her lips, she looked directly at her neighbors window and licked her fingers clean, smiling the whole time. Ever since that unforgettable night, she had never been the same, she always loved sex, but being watched, well, she would have orgasms that couldn't be topped, and she loved the thrill of it all. Now Crystal was all grown up, she was 32, her parents had both died in a car accident and she, being their only child, got everything, so she had some money. Crystal was really attractive, 5'5", her boobs were 36C, with short Brunette hair, but she felt her best feature was her tight little butt. The moving company she hired had done an excellent job, the only thing that Crystal had to do was unpack all her personal boxes. She spent the whole day, unpacking her clothes and arranging them in her closet, she unpacked the box for her bathroom, soaps, shampoos, etc., the last box she opened was for her bed, sheets and bedspreads, and pillows and pillowcases. Once her bed was all made up, there was still one more box, she saved it for last, sort of a welcome to my new home present to herself. Crystal laid down on her bed, it was facing the floor to ceiling window, she thought for a moment if anyone at the condos across from her could see in, she instantly felt a small tingle in her pussy. Crystal removed her T-shirt, and bra, and wiggled out of her shorts and panties. Someone else might have turned off the lights, but not Crystal, she secretly hoped that someone might be watching. Crystal reached into the box and removed her favorite vibrator, it was her largest, it didn't move in all sorts of ways, but it was very powerful, and she was going to fuck herself with it until her cunt was dripping. She brought the tip to her lips and let her tongue lick it all over, coating it in her saliva. Her fingers were already twisting her nipples, making them stand up hard. Crystal turned the power on low, feeling the vibrations in her hand, she slowly moved the vibe to her left nipple, touching it softly against it, she purred at the touch. She touched her right nipple, she circled it around, mmmmmmmmmm, a soft moan escaped her lips. She again thought about the possibility of being watched, she could feel her juices starting at the mere thought. Crystal parted her legs and slid the vibe along her pussy lips, slowly, gently, she was putting on a show, she wanted to make someone cum, she wanted a perfect stranger to be watching her with a telescope or binoculars. Her room was well lit, her windows were wide open, maybe someone was watching, and with that thought she penetrated her cunt, shoving half of the 8 inch cock inside. She turned the speed up, and started fucking her cunt in long deep thrust, until she had every inch deep within her wet pussy. Her eyes were starring out the window, knowing that if someone was actually watching her, they would see her looking right at them. She mouthed the words, I want you to watch, watch me fuck my cunt, watch me until I cum, watch me until you cum. Her hand was moving faster, ramming the vibrator deep inside, feeling the buzzing deep within her. Crystal's ass lifted up, off the bed, she knew what was going to happen next, and it did, she squirted her cunt juices, she pulled the vibe out and another squirt came gushing out. Crystal sat up in bed and looked straight out the window, she blew a kiss, just like she had to Mr. Anderson all those years ago, she could only hope she had an audience for the show she had just put on. Crystal went to the bathroom and cleaned up, she crawled into bed and turned out the light, and looked out the window at the condo across the way. Just before she closed her eyes, she saw a light go out in one of the condos, had someone been watching, she drifted off to sleep hoping so. Watch Me Laura Jensen stared at the blank computer screen, her mind spinning with desperation. Write something! Anything! The black cursor kept blinking at her. Nothing came. She never had writer's block-never. Well, until her recent breakup with David. Even now, as she lifted her gaze to the gently falling snow out the window in front of her, she couldn't quite figure out why ending the relationship had affected her so severely. She'd never seen David as a stimulant to her creativity-after all, he was all business, the quintessential suit and tie guy, the corporate icon, partner in one of Seattle's most prestigious law firms at thirty-two. Had she loved him that much? Had she loved him at all? You're pathetic. Twenty-five years old, and you still don't know exactly what love is. And your promising career is going to die an early death because you're not smart enough to sort out your emotions. Maybe Monica was right. Over pizza and beer at Laura's apartment two weeks ago, she'd said, "It's sex. You've gotten used to it. Without it, you're just sort of ... clogging up or something. No sexual release equals no creative release. I'm sure of it." "That's ridiculous," she'd replied. "I wrote books before David-I can write books after him. And as you know, I'm not even sure why we stayed together so long." "Because you need sex to create-it's that simple." Monica was a graduate student going for her Ph.D. in psychology at the University of Washington and thought she knew everything about the human mind, but in this particular instance, Laura didn't buy it. Her best friend was usually a terrific problem-solver, but Laura just couldn't believe her creative flow had anything to do with her sexual flow. "A getaway," she'd told Monica enthusiastically, when the idea had hit her after her second beer. "Maybe that's what I need. Just a change of scenery. A ... retreat. Isn't that what writers do when they need to get absorbed in their work? They go on a retreat someplace quiet and secluded. Maybe if I do something like that, so that it's just me and Riley, the story will reveal itself." Monica had looked skeptical. "That sounds way too simple, if you ask me." Laura had only flashed a scowl, having truly felt she was on to something. "And even if you really wanted to pursue that, I see a major problem." "Which is?" "You're broke. And I'm just guessing, but I don't think secluded hideaways come cheap." Laura had let out a huge sigh. Leave it to Monica to throw another crimp in her plan-even if she was right. She had, unfortunately, spent her partial advance for the current book long ago, on things like food and shelter, and was now living off her savings account. Until she turned in the completed novel, she had to count pennies. She'd looked up to find Monica's lips pursed, her eyes narrowed. "This is against my better judgment, but luckily for you, I happen to have a cousin with a vacation home in Colorado. He's always inviting me and the rest of my family to use it." Laura lowered her chin. "So you're saying?" This sounded good-perfect, even-but she didn't want to jump to conclusions. "I'm saying I'm sure he'd be happy to let you retreat there. If you really think it would help." "I do, Monnie, I really, really do!" Monica had delivered one of her typical superior looks. "I still say you need a good lay way worse than you need to lock yourself up in a big, lonely house, but if this is what you really want, girlfriend, consider it done." Looking back on that night, Laura remembered the instant sense of relief, sureness, that this was the answer. Yet true to Monica's predictions, here she sat, staring out on a beautiful mantle of Colorado powder through the picture window of a fabulous mountain home she had all to herself, and Riley's story was no closer to completion than it had been in her tiny office back in Seattle. What the hell was she going to do? *** She couldn't sleep, damn it. At first, she'd thought it was worry over the book, but then she'd realized she was hot, sweating. She got up to adjust the thermostat and lay back down. Then she realized her nose, mouth, throat, were as dry as the Sahara. Altitude. She rose once more and padded to the bathroom in her long blue cotton pj's with white and black snowflakes all over them. She drank a little water and lay back down. Pulled the covers up, then pushed them off. She finally shot upright in bed in utter frustration and walked with determination toward the kitchen. She'd brought a few bottles of wine for relaxing by the fire in the evening, and now seemed like a good time to uncork one-surely a little wine would help her sleep. She didn't bother turning on a light as she brought a glass and open bottle into the two-story living room. Instead, she just flipped on the handy gas fireplace, watched as the orange flames cast a glow across the room, then sat down on the sofa, ready for some serious relaxation. But what if Monica was right? What if her block truly had something to do with sex? After all, she didn't really miss David. She didn't miss his company, or his face, or his voice. But as she swallowed the last sip of wine in her stemmed glass and poured another, she couldn't deny that she did miss being touched, being entered. She'd never thought she was a highly sexual person, unlike Monica, who lived for sex. In fact, Monica's sexploits were a big reason Laura was able to dismiss Monica's theory so easily-her best friend was a nympho and, like Freud, thought everything related to sex. But as a sip of wine moved warmly down through her chest, she couldn't deny that the crux of her thighs ached at the thought of intimacy, that her breasts felt tender, sensitive. Pushing to her feet, she moved across the room toward the same huge wall of windows she'd worked next to earlier in the day. There were no blinds or shades, and the deep carpet of snow beyond shone silvery in the moonlight, doing its part to light the room. Slowly, deliberately, she lifted one hand to her breast. Her nipple jutted through her pajama top, hard against her palm. She squeezed gently, vaguely wishing the touch were that of a man-a bigger hand, a slightly rougher caress. She raked her thumb across the pearlized peak and felt a whoosh of desire sweep through her crotch. Maybe if sex was the problem here, she thought as she made her way back to the couch and drained her glass a second time, she should attempt to do something about it. Hell, for all she knew, a good orgasm would loose her creativity. If nothing else, it might help her sleep. Lowering her glass to the coffee table, she raised her hands to her breasts, covering them, slowly massaging. Her pussy flooded, just from that, She hardly ever did this-got herself off-but clearly she needed to come. She hardly ever thought of her vagina as her pussy, either, yet something about the moment almost called for it-that certain bluntness the word provided. A rose by any other name is still a rose ... and in the quiet stillness of the dimly lit room where she was becoming intoxicated with wine and desire, there was no reason not to think of it that way. Just like if a man had been there-he would think of it that way, so she would, too. Sometimes even she needed to quit being her conservative self and just act without thinking. Unbuttoning the two top buttons of her pajamas, she reached inside, moving her left hand to her right breast. Once again, she found herself wishing it were a masculine touch, but desperate times indeed called for desperate measures. She twirled her erect nipple between thumb and forefinger, relishing the fresh rush of blood to her cunt. Mmm, yes. Pleasure. Want. And another dirty word. It, too, fit the moment-the raw arousal echoing through her. She did need this. So bad. Still, as she slipped her other hand between her legs, she harbored that same helpless wish-for a strong, virile, sexy man. But stop it. Quit wishing. Quit thinking. Just do this. Rub yourself. It took only a gentle massage to keep her pussy humming with eagerness. Maybe it was the solitude that made the self-caress easier than ever before, the knowledge that no one else was around-it was just her and the fire and the snow. Of course, the wine had certainly helped, too. It hadn't made her any sleepier, but it had relaxed her-way more than a mere two glasses usually did. That's when it hit her. Alcohol increased the effects of high altitude. No wonder she felt so ... loopy. Pleasantly drunk. Free. To do ... whatever. Reaching up, she untied the drawstring at her waist and eased out of the snowflake pajama bottoms, letting them drop to the floor. She leaned back on the sofa, legs parted, two fingers stroking through her pink cotton bikini panties. Mmm, the pleasure began to spread, echoing down through her thighs, up into her already sensitized breasts. That's when she noticed the tiny little light across the room. A minute green dot on a gadget next to the colossal computer screen-the homeowner's computer, but Monica had told her to feel free to use it. She froze in place, her hand going still as she realized she'd totally forgotten Monica's giggling warning. "By the way, you might want to avoid walking through the living room naked." It had come during the phone call when Monica had been giving her directions from the Eagle-Vail airport, instructions on how to get inside the house, all that. "Well, I hadn't planned on it," she'd said, "but why?" "My cousin has a webcam on his computer there." "He's going to spy on me?" Monica had laughed. "No, nothing like that. He just uses it to check in on the house occasionally when he's not there. He once told me that when he knows someone's coming to stay, he sometimes peeks in just to make sure they arrived okay. So no worries-just figured I should mention it." Now Laura couldn't help wondering if there was any chance she was being watched. Surely not. It was late-after 2 A.M. Monica's cousin, a rich guy who had something to do with corporate takeovers, was surely asleep by now. As she should be. But she was not. So what if he was awake, too? Unlikely. Yet... she couldn't ignore the slight feeling that someone was watching her, that same feeling you get when someone in a crowded room hones in on you. Only this was no crowded room. It was complete seclusion. Wasn't it? She swallowed nervously and let her fingers glide lightly over her mound once more. They left little trails of fire. She bit her lip, her skin tingling with the new questions surrounding her. What if Monica's cousin was witnessing this? Shouldn't she stop? Shouldn't she snatch up her pj bottoms and flee the room this instant? And still, to her surprise, the idea that maybe he was taking in her private touches added to her arousal, made her cunt pulse with an even harder need. She tried to remember what she knew about him. Shockingly little. There was the corporate takeover thing. "He's like those guys in the movie Wall Street, but nicer," Monica had said. What else had her friend told her? He wasn't married. He was some kind of pilot in his spare time-as evidenced by the vintage flying paraphernalia decorating part of the mountain home. He was in his twenties and handsome, Monica had supplied. "Your basic rich, confirmed bachelor type." With horror, Laura realized she didn't even know the man's name. And yet she was rubbing her pussy for him. If he was even watching. Again, she reminded herself that chances were slim-surely he wasn't. But in that leaning-toward-surreal moment, she almost wanted him to be. Her breasts seemed to bloom with new desire at the confirmation. She wanted this man she didn't know to watch her play with herself. In fact, the concept excited her so much that she decided to just pretend he was. Likely that light on the computer burned all day and all night, all the time, not really indicating if anyone was using the webcam thingy, but for now, she was going to follow the simple, delicious urge to indulge in a fantasy and believe that a dashing, worldly pilot-slash-corporate raider was watching with bated breath as she touched herself for him. Moving her fingers in slow, deep circles over her clitoris, she closed her eyes and tried to feel his pretend gaze on her as warm pleasure spread through her. With her other hand, she unbuttoned the pajama top, all the way down, and pushed it open, revealing her breasts, both nipples taut when she ran her fingertips over first one, then the other. She imagined her voyeur's delight and was almost tempted to look into the camera, but then decided-no, let him think she had no idea anyone could possibly be there. Let him think this was just her, sensual and sexy, pleasing herself by the light of the fire. She opened her eyes, glanced down at her nipples, dark and rosy in the room's warm glow. She used both hands to pinch them lightly, letting out a sigh at the sharp sensation between her thighs. Easing one hand back down, she slid her fingers inside the pink elastic band and down into her wet folds. "Mmm," she purred, thinking, Watch me. Watch me touch myself for you. Her fingertips sank deeper into her drenched flesh, massaging, feeling, stroking. She'd probably never explored her pussy this thoroughly before, and the thought hit her that it was about time she had! Part of her was tempted to take off her panties and spread her legs wide so her imaginary voyeur could see how pink and wet she was with his own eyes-but no. She didn't want to give him everything. She wanted to titillate, tease. She wanted to make him ache for a glimpse of her swollen cunt. She never stopped rubbing her fingertips over her clit as she used her other hand to ease down one side of her undies just a bit, then the other. She drew them only to the tops of her thighs, playing with him, torturing him as she continued to massage herself, letting out a light moan as her pleasure grew. "Mmm," she purred and felt a soft smile curve her lips. She was so close to coming, and the idea of being watched continued to escalate her heat, ratcheting it higher and higher. Are you watching? Is your cock hard for me? She worked her clit in tight little circles, thrusting gently, gently, against her hand. Are you waiting for me to come? "Oh, mmm ..." she moaned when the orgasm hit, waves of hot, swallowing pleasure buffeting her whole body as she kept rubbing, rubbing, sighing heatedly with each crushing pulse of the climax. Oh God, it was good. Had she ever come like this before? Had her pussy ever throbbed with such intensity? No, never-but she rode it out, still pumping, still stroking, until the last little pulsation ebbed. As sanity returned, she bit her lip and resisted a glance in the webcam's direction. If that even was the webcam. She didn't hang out with any high-tech types-she'd never actually seen a webcam before. Either way, though, the fantasy was over. It had brought her truly shocking pleasure, but it was done now. And she was even more sure than before that no one had watched her masturbate, thank goodness. Stimulating as a fantasy, yes-but it was nothing Laura would ever want to live out. It just wasn't her style. And with a stranger, no less? Nope. Monica would probably love living it out, but not her. Now she only had to hope that perhaps her orgasm had given her the needed release so she could concentrate on her book tomorrow and get Riley's story moving. Plucking up her pj bottoms, she stepped into them and tied the drawstring waist, then buttoned her pajama top. Flipping the switches that killed the fire and turned the room dark but for the reflection of the moon on the snow shining through the floor-to-ceiling windows, she finally allowed herself to take another peek toward the supposed webcam. Was there anyone there? She tilted her head, allowing herself to sincerely wonder once more, now that she was hidden in shadow. No. Impossible. Or at least highly unlikely. Good night, my imaginary voyeur. TO BE CONTINUED... ***** Hi, this is my first story on literotica, please leave notes and comment what you think! It would mean a lot. Watch Me You're sitting in your favorite coffee shop when you look around and your eyes lock with hers. She's been watching you intently, you can feel her stare seared onto your skin, as if she was calling you with her eyes. As she holds your gaze, you're not sure what it may mean, but before you can do anything about it, she looks away. You let your eyes linger on her face for a second longer hoping that she'll change her mind and come to you. She doesn't, though, so you drop your gaze and go back to what you were doing. You sip your coffee while checking your emails, but somewhere in the back of your mind those eyes are distracting you. Every now and then you look in her direction without being able to help yourself. You want to see her almost as much as you want her to see you. As much as you want her to see you watching her. Her face is angelic, all of her gestures seem almost choreographed. Her posture is feminine yet strong, she holds her head high with confidence and poise. Even the way she holds the cup of coffee and takes it to her lips makes you tremble. All about her provokes you. She seems like an illusion, but you're hoping that she's more than that. You keep throwing glances her way and you get to catch her eye from time to time. Sometimes she glances up from her coffee and discreetly meets your gaze. You're unsure if what you see dancing in her eyes is the glint of a smile, but you dearly hope that it is. She's on her own and you toy with the idea of taking your cup of coffee and moving to that table. But what could you say? You start constructing a script of seduction that can grant you access to her company. Every time you look at each other you can feel the heat building up. Beneath the table you can see that her legs are long and toned, and with that sight your groin awakens with anticipation of what could come next. As you take your cup to make a move, she is joined by a duo of women that greet her with hugs and kisses. You feel a pang of disappointment washing over you. That's not a good sign, you think. You feel you've lost the opportunity to meet her. She'll probably leave with them, and while she's immersed in a conversation she won't remember to look your way again. You should probably let her go now. You try to immerse yourself in your own business, but you can't. Your arousal at her sight has grown to a degree that it's unsettling. She is right there and you can't help yourself. No matter how many times you cross and uncross your legs, you can't avoid the feeling of having had her eyes on you. How you'd like to have them look at you again. Those were eyes that could undress you, eyes that had hands and fingers to fondle you. No matter how many times you take a sip of coffee, or how many times you silently chastise yourself and try to focus on what you are doing, you are unable to alleviate the tension that keeps growing inside of you. She is so close... You would only have to take a couple of steps to plant yourself in front of her table. And then what? Those damn women. But then, you do have to curse yourself. You should have moved faster. Your hesitation took her away from you. The fact that you can't touch her, that you can't even openly look at her when you want to, is slowly driving you insane. You are swimming in a sea of passion and desire, your body becoming more impatient with each passing second. You dare another look, but she's animatedly chatting with her friends, oblivious to the fact that you're dying to see her eyes once again. Why doesn't she look at you? It's clear at this point that the insistent feeling growing inside of you isn't going to go away by itself. You know you have a busy schedule ahead today, and you dread the many hours that will follow with her image haunting you. You'll have to pretend that you're not thinking of her, that there's nothing but work in your mind. But you know your thoughts will be coming back to her legs and to her full lips for the rest of the day. She has taken you already, with a single glance, with a single glimmer of hope. You want to hold her; you want to kiss her in all those sweet spots that will make her cry in ecstasy. If she can have bedroom eyes at this hour of the morning and in the middle of a busy coffee shop, you can't wait to see the depth of her stare when you're plunging into her body. You want to explore her, you want to lick her skin; you want to bite her neck when she is about to come. You want to push her to the farthest corners of rapture and then let her fall down an abyss. You want her to sigh and moan into your open mouth. You long to hear her voice screaming your name out loud and claw your back with orgasmic pleasure. You're about to groan in frustration when her friend flags down a waiter. The motion makes you look in her direction. Then you see that her eyes are looking for you. You can feel her warm gaze on your cheek, you can see her exploring your body without shame. She becomes bolder by the minute, but you are not sure of where that is leading. You don't want to overthink it; you don't want to close any doors when there's a chance. Her gaze is steady and unwavering; there's a taste of scrutiny in it. You can see that her lips are parted ever so slightly, and you can imagine a lipstick mark on her coffee mug. You'd gladly lick the rim of that cup of coffee to taste the cherry flavor of her lips. Then you'd move from the cup to her mouth, nibbling at her lower lip before flicking your tongue across her lips, sucking that lipstick away. Outside, rain clouds darken the sky and, for the first time, the gloomy weather makes you happy. You have a valid excuse to stay exactly where you are, working from that coffee table instead of leaving and losing that woman forever. From her corner table, her friends seemed to have noticed the impending rain, but to your dismay, instead of rushing out and running away, they order some cakes to entertain themselves while the sky clears again. She doesn't seem worried about the rain, and it makes you wonder. Is she a bored housewife meeting for a morning coffee with her housewife friends? Could she be a college student on her way to her afternoon classes? You examine her smooth, intelligent face, her broad forehead and her strong eyebrows. You can't guess her age. She's young but composed, and her clothes are of an exquisite taste yet ageless. She's composed enough not to be a student, you venture. But someone with that face - with that voice, with those measured gestures - cannot possibly be someone's housewife. What kind of a person, you wonder, would be able to enchant her so? Who would be able to give her so much in life that she belongs to just one being? You resent whoever it is in your imagination that has managed to captivate - and capture - such an exquisite vixen. From across the room you watch her as she shifts her body slightly and uncrosses her legs below the table. That simple act of lifting a leg and placing it atop of another perfectly formed, smooth leg, shoots fire through your lower regions. If only she had paused a moment between her uncrossing and crossing of limbs. If only you could have seen her inner thighs for more than half a second, you'd be on your feet and out of your mind. Now, you're peeking at her from behind your laptop screen, your coffee is cold and completely forgotten on the table. Nothing else can get your attention. You look at her closely, afraid to miss even a move. She laughs and that sound lights up the room with a soft, amber glow. She leans forward and pats one of her friends on the shoulder, clearly celebrating a joke, and you're immediately jealous of that touch. You want to be touched by her, slapped by her, pushed around by her, whatever it takes to have her hands on you. Whatever it takes for her to acknowledge that you exist: an interaction that validates your being. If she was to look at you, stretch her hand and touch you, it would all make sense, your life would suddenly acquire a new meaning. You don't know why, but you desperately want to be near her. You need to feel her close, inhale her scent and sink your teeth into her skin. That, you're sure, would make you feel more alive than ever. Her laughter dies down and she returns her hand to her own lap, but it doesn't stay idle for long. You watch almost hypnotized as she slowly moves her hand up her thigh. You blink, almost certain that your mind is playing tricks on you, that you're seeing exactly what you want to see. This has to be but a figment of your imagination. As if in a dream sequence, you watch her with such intensity that you almost forget to breathe. You can feel your face flushed, your pulse beating faster, your own hand twitching nervously on your lap. Her hand continues its steady way up her thigh, softly, without a rush in the world. Your eyes shoot to her face, and then to her friends' respective faces, half expecting them all to be looking at you and mocking your desire. But they're all oblivious of the fact that those five foxy little fingers are caressing the thin skin of her inner thigh in plain sight for you to see. She slides her hand under her skirt, and the motion makes you jerk so violently that your coffee cup wobbles on the saucer, making a loud clinking noise that makes you shrink in your seat. You're afraid that everyone in the room will realize what you're doing - what she's doing for you - and that it'll be over in an instant. You scan the room and feel relieved that no one seems to have noticed. Not even her. She doesn't turn towards you, she's not throwing furtive glances your way anymore. She simply continues her journey to her inner sanctum. Her face doesn't give anything away. She's talking with her friends as if nothing was happening between her legs, but as her hand moves her skirt away, you can see that plenty is happening. Her fingers push their way past the suggestion of lacy underwear that you can see despite the table, the skirt and her hand, and you know that this is a private show that is meant just for you. A second later you can observe a slight movement beneath the skirt, and you are suspecting, no, wanting for her to be doing what you think she is doing: pleasuring herself. This coffee shop, this afternoon, the rain falling outside that made you both seek refuge in this particular coffee shop on this particular day at this particular time, everything seems to be on your side. You feel invincible. As if the energy of the whole world is building towards this. A beautiful woman is looking at you, flirting with you, wanting you and you are ready to bring a mountain to her feet if she so desires. She puts her elbow on the table and rests her chin on her hand lazily. She has fallen silent and is looking at her friends with well-feigned interest, but you can see that her eyes have started to glaze. You're staring openly at her, not pretending anymore that anything else around you matters at all. Then she swivels her face on her palm and looks at you. Her face is naughty, flirtatious, and you know that she is enjoying this as much as you are. In front of all these unsuspected guests, in front of her friends who without a clue continue their meaningless chatter, she is giving way to all her desires and is making you a very grateful accomplice of her escapade. The hand that is half-hidden under her skirt is moving in a constant circular motion, and you wish you could simply fall to your knees, push her panties to the side and bury your face between her thighs to find relief. You are angry at the chairs, the furniture and the people that stand in between the two of you. You are angry and frustrated that you cannot quite crane your neck to have a better view. Maybe if you drop something to the floor you could find an excuse to take a closer look... While you entertain that idea, she raises her chin and straightens her back as if stretching from tiredness. She casually reaches for the necklace that is adorning her neck. She rolls the small pendant between her fingers in a peculiar yet familiar rhythm. You recognize the pace: it's a mirroring movement of what is happening below the table. She is showing you. She wants you to know. You're not to miss a single detail and she's bringing you the stereo vision of her pleasure. You have to bring your hand between your own legs to appease your arousal. You can't take it anymore. She knows you are watching her every move. She knows that you are following every little gesture of her body, hoping for a sign, a glance, a moan, something that would allow you to get up and drag her to the nearest stall, the nearest car, somewhere, and fuck the hell out of her. Her eyes are dazed and yet when she looks at you, there's unequivocal clarity. As if sensing that you're reaching your limit, she lets a lascivious smile light up her face. It's a smile intended for you. She pinches her pendant and you moan, knowing that her clit is receiving those delicious ministrations. The circles she's tracing on her necklace become smaller, her movement more frantic and you can see her gaze becoming unsteady. Her lips begin trembling and you cannot believe her friends are unaware of the impending orgasm that is about to overflow inches away from them. 'God have mercy', you think as your own hand desperately slides down the table in search of your own relief. Your body is aching to be touched, your own clit so engorged that a brush of your fingers almost brings you over the edge. You're thankful for the big tables, but right now you could be completely exposed, you don't care anymore. You dive straight in, your fingers plunging into your hot mound. You're so wet that your fingers slip effortlessly into the epicenter of your pleasure. You can feel your moisture spreading to your panties and wetting your hand up to your knuckles. You rub your clit as you finger yourself as discreetly as you can, all things considered. You swallow a groan that gets stuck in your throat, and you shiver biting hard on your lip as the waves of your orgasm threaten to hit you hard. Your are so close already and you feel that just a single look at her is enough to make you come at once, but you manage to control yourself, wanting to experience this with her. Her pace is much faster now and you try to meet her, building towards a climax that you are sure you will not be able to endure in silence. But you can't stop yourself anymore. You're about to come and the torture is delicious. Your lips are parted, you're panting heavily, and you're just waiting for her sign to come in exquisite unison. Her friend reaches for her then, putting an arm on her shoulder as if to check that she's okay. Your sex goddess blushes and stops all her succulent motions, her hand surfacing from below the table in a smooth move. She crosses her leg and you can hear her clearing her throat as she says: "It's just been a long day. I'm a bit tired." Fucking women, why do you have to spoil everything, you think while eyeing the two companions of hers with pure hatred, wishing that they would drop dead. Your phone rings and it's your own reality that wants you back this time. It's your boss, she wants you back in the office and she wants you there now. You sigh and start packing your things away. She sees you doing that and looks at you, a flash of panic clearly etched in her expression. She doesn't want this to be over either. You shrug your shoulders and give her an apologetic smile. You continue to put away your computer, your phone, everything in a painfully slow motion, hoping that you are giving her enough time to understand that you don't mean to leave without seeing this through. You need it. Your body is screaming for solace. You feel your wetness seeping through your underwear and sticking to your thighs. You could pretty much mount the table and come in one move, that's how hot you are. She stands up and points to the restrooms at the back of the coffee shop. She excuses herself from her companions and as she walks in that direction, she brushes lightly against your naked arm. That slight touch makes you quiver like a feather, you could pass out right now. She glances at you over her shoulder, her eyes making sure that you've got the message. There's no doubt about it: you've got the message loud and clear. You wait until she disappears around the corner, grab your things and follow her. She is waiting for you there, just at the entrance, ready for whatever you have to give to her. You can't bear to waste another moment. You enter, pulling her behind you. Watch Me The car shudders down the slick roads of our shit suburb, straining as we travel the familiar route to my best friends house. It is only a mile and a half-short enough to have been travelled by bike when younger, short enough to stumble home to after drunken escapades in our teenage years. Now the two of us-my girlfriend and I-are headed to one of the last parties before adulthood, before the fifteen of us scatter across the country searching desperately for jobs or graduate programs or whatever awaits us. We are nervous tonight, because we have arranged for something special to happen, because it's the last night, and fuck it, it's finally worth risking it because if it goes poorly, we can simply get out of town. Head straight outta dodge on Rt. 1 all the way to our new place in South Carolina. Right, I probably should tell you all what we're planning. We're going to fuck while someone watches. Well, not just someone. My best friend's sister. I know, I know. But she's two years older than us-23, just out of college and working at some finance company-and she's wanted to fuck me for as long as I can remember being aware of fucking. My girlfriend and I had talked about exploring a little more, and I thought of Leandra-sometimes, you just have to pick whatever is easy. I suppose I ought to tell you what the two of us look like, my girlfriend and I. I am no super model; so get that out of your head right now. This really happened, and this means that I can't look like George Clooney; or Leonardo DiCaprio; or James Deen your favorite porn star. But I am handsome in my own way. 5'10, 190 pounds, no six pack but trim enough. I've got a short trimmed black beard, and dark brown hair, blue eyes, and I rock a pair of delicate metallic glasses. If you like me, you think I'm charming. If you don't, you think I look like a hipster douchebag, but most girls seem to be alright with it. My girlfriend though, she's the real looker in the relationship. She's a dark skinned girl, Jamaican, but American as they come. The first thing you notice when you look at her is her nose-a cute nose, long and slightly crooked, crinkling when she laughs. Her eyes are so brown they look black; and her hair is the same color, slightly waved and trailing all the way down to her ass. Her breasts are small, but firm and high and tight, with flat brown nipples that get hard at the slightest touch-in high school she was skinny and awkward, but in college she has put on the perfect amount of weight so her tits are soft enough and her ass is big enough. It's her ass that gets the most attention when she walks around-a tiny little waist, but her ass fills out her jeans, making the seams stretch. It's heart shaped, big at the bottom, and it wraps perfectly around my cock when I fuck her. My friends like to joke about how they don't understand how I got her-I know what they're really thinking is how much they'd like to fuck her, but it doesn't bother me much. She likes what she has with me. We get to the party around 9:30, and the drinking is already in full swing. My girlfriend and I take a drink each, but I remind her not to get too drunk-I want her on her game for what is happening later. I great my best friend, and then smile at his sister, but she looks away, blushing. I have known my friend for the entirety of my life, and so he gives me a strange look-"What's up?"-he mouths, but I brush it aside, and all is soon forgotten in a raucous game of kings. It is two hours later, and everyone is roaring drunk. Couples have begun to partner off, while the single members of the entourage start circling around each other, like birds at mating dances. It's all quite funny to watch-you always want to grab them and force them together, because their desire is so obvious. But you don't, because you are preoccupied with what else might happen to you. I am laughing with a friend of mine, debating the finer points of The Fast and the Furious film series when my girlfriend, Taisia, taps me on the shoulder. "So, big boy, when are we going to make a move?" I look around at the room, and my eyes settle on Leandra, my best friend's sister. She looks good tonight. She is wearing a long black dress, and the cleavage is substantial. She has blonde hair and blue eyes; a button nose; full lips and is a little heavier set. Her breasts are enormous-full D's, pendulous, heavy and full. Her ass is flatter than my girlfriend's, and her stomach a little rounder; yet there is something very erotic about her. She looks like a girl that's been fucked and knows how to fuck. Her mouth looks like it's made to suck cock; she looks like her ass has been fucked and her breasts cummed on and her pussy spread apart for eager men to fuck. She is the perfect woman to use for what we want tonight; a spectator, someone who desperately wants but cannot have. "Are you ready?" I whisper back, my hand snaking around her hips, hand roaming to her ass. "I'm fucking drenched," she responds, and moves my hand under her skirt, forcing me to rub the entrance of her pussy. It is slick, my finger slides from front to pack, and her knees buckle a bit under me. One of my friends looks at me, down to my hand, and laughs. He turns his attention back to the girl he is trying to fuck, and I quickly move away. "Didn't realize you wanted this so badly," I tease. "Come upstairs in two minutes," she responds, and without a further word walks towards the stairs and up into the deeper regions of the house. I know she is going to Leandra's room-she left it unlocked just for this purpose. In the messages we exchanged late at night, messages that I showed to my girlfriend in our bed, Leandra described her room to us; described how much she wanted to see us; described the way her fingers roamed across her breasts and into her cunt as she masturbated to the thought of us fucking on her sheets. She was a good girl; but one that clearly wanted to be dominated, shown what she was worth. Taisia and I were more than happy to oblige. I heard the click of the door upstairs, barely audible over the sound of the pop music pumping through the house. The party goers now were thinning, too many had started drinking too early and were retiring to toilets and the various bedrooms of the barn house. My best friend was one of them; his girlfriend would have to spend the night taking care of him. For the moment, Leandra was alone, and I sidled up next to her. "Hello, there," I said simply. "Erm, hello, James," she responded. Her breath was warm and smelled like mint. She had been drinking mojitos. Liquid courage-how funny, then, how direct she was via text message, and now that we were in real life, it was so very much harder. Yet her breathing was sharp and shallow, and her arousal was obvious. I decided to tease, but only for a moment, because my erection was hard and painful in my jeans. I needed to get upstairs, to fuck, to cum, to fuck again. "Are you still interested in what we talked about?" I asked her, and placed my hand on her thigh, gently, but she still shivered. "Yes, yes, I am, I'm so nervous though," she responds, pushing her hair out of her eyes. "No need. Listen, I'm going upstairs now, and we'll leave your door unlocked. You come up in a couple minutes, and make sure you aren't followed. Let yourself in, okay?" I don't give her a chance to answer, and I sweep upstairs, past a couple kissing furiously on a torn up couch, and climb the 12 steps to the second floor of my best friends house, where I will soon see his naked sister furiously finger fucking herself. Maybe I'm a bit of an asshole, I guess, but she wanted it and we did too, so I wasn't going to let my friend get in the way. And any question that I was doing the wrong thing ended when I opened the door. My girlfriend was splayed on her back, wearing not a stitch of clothing. One hand clasped her breast and the other was rubbing her pussy, sliding one then two fingers up the entrance of her cunt. Her pussy had been shaved completely for the occasion, so I could see her juices perfectly. Her face was skrewed up in pleasure, and her clothes were tossed carelessly to the side. I watched for a moment before she opened her eyes, and smiled lazily at me. "Get over here and get your cock out," she said, and I walked over to the edge of Leandra's bed. With one hand caressing her face, I unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my jeans and slide down the zipper, pulling my cock through the gap in my boxers. I was hard as a rock, and my cock twitched as she turned on her side, placing her thick lips onto the head of my dick. To be frank, I've got quite a big dick-about seven inches, and fairly thick. It's without a doubt my girlfriends favorite part of me, and she quickly went to work giving me the loudest, sloppiest blowjob I had ever received. The harder she sucked, the harder her hand worked her pussy, until soon enough she was moaning onto my cock, thrumming as her orgasm rocked her from curled toes to her eyes rolling back. She was in ecstasy, and I had to pull my cock through slightly clenched teeth so that I wouldn't shoot my load too early. When her orgasm had subsided, I pushed my cock back into Tasia's open mouth, and she sucked eagerly for a few seconds before we heard the door open. Leandra entered the room, and her eyes widened as she saw the scene before her. Tasia spread out, pussy wide open and dripping, and my hand on her head, standing next to her, cock pressed deep down her throat. I pulled out, and wordlessly walked over to Leandra. We had gone over the rules before-she would do whatever we said, and Tasia and I would only do something if Tasia said it was okay. "Take off my clothes," I said, and she worked quickly and without a word. She looked down at my chest and cock the entire time, unbuttoning my crisp white shirt-I shrugged it off-and then pulling down my pants until I was completely naked. I made her kneel to take off my jeans, so my cock was right in front of her face, and I could tell she wanted nothing more than to suck my cock right then and there. But not yet, and only if Tasia said it was okay. I pushed Leandra back into the chair at the foot of the bed, and knelt before Tasia, who was still rubbing her cunt. I dipped my head to her pussy, and began to lick, wringing moans out of my girlfriends mouth as I licked her cunt while another woman watched. I knew she was even more aroused than normal, and my stomach churned with how horny I was-knowing that another woman wanted my tongue on her pussy but couldn't have it was exhilarating. I licked the folds of Tasia's cunt, and then began to drill her cunt, making a little v-shape with my tongue and pressing deeper into her sweetness. My hands roamed up her body, pressing her nipples between my fingers, and soon she was cumming, her hands in my hair, desperately forcing my mouth harder against her wetness. "Fuck, fuck, yes, oh, James, fuck!," she screamed, and I could hear soft moans of desire from behind me, where Leandra sat. I pulled away from Tasia, and looked back to see that Leandra had removed everything but her socks and converse sneakers, and she was masturbating furiously. Her pale titis bounched up and down, and her mouth was half open-she was clearly about to come. "Stop," Tasia whispered, and Leandra looked at her quizzically. "That's right, stop masturbating. And get over here," she said. Leandra did as she was told, walking over to the edge of the bed. "Kneel," Tasia commanded, and Leandra did as she was told. Tasia slid off the bed, and knelt next to Leandra. Knowing what to do, I slide myself towards the edge of the bed so that my cock was in Tasia's face. She took my cock in her hand, and looked at Leandra. "I want you to watch me suck my boyfriend's cock. I see what a little slut you are, rubbing your cunt while you look at it. But this is mine, and you're going to watch. Understand?" I could hardly believe my ears. My girlfriend was assertive, but this-it seemed angry. I liked it. Leandra murmured her assent, and then my girlfriend was attacking my cock, one hand twisting the shaft between delicate black fingers, her mouth on my cock. She sucked it viciously, sucking and dripping saliva onto it-harder and faster as time went on. After what must have been a couple minutes-but felt like only a few moments-she stopped, and looked at Leandra. Leandra looked confused, but then Tasia reached over to her hand, pulled it towards me, and placed it on my cock. "Are you sure?" I asked Tasia. I hadn't expected it to go this far tonight, and I didnt' want to ruin our relationship. But when I looked at her, I saw that there was nothing that was going to stop this from happening. "Just shut up and enjoy it, stud," she commanded, and pushed Leandra's head towards my dick. She didn't take any more encouraging, and it wasn't long before I felt a new set of lips on my dick. Leandra's tits swayed underneath her as she gagged on me, and I was in fucking heaven. Tasia knelt behind her, hands on her hips and ass, egging her on, belittling her with her mouth on my cock. "Suck his fucking dick, you little slut. That's your brother's best friend, you like that don't you? Bet you've wanted this for a while, haven't you." Leandra murmured in agreement, and I became bolder, my hands in her hair, forcing her to take me deeper into her mouth. After a few minutes of face fucking, my girlfriend tapped me on the thigh, and I pulled out of Leandra's mouth. "Fuck me," she said simply, and I threw her onto the bed, spreading her legs wide and sliding into her all in one motion. Leandra stayed at the foot of the bed, watching as my cock split open Tasia's black pussy, revealing the warm pinkness inside. Tasia moaned louder and my hands pressed against her hips, driving my dick all the way in and out so that the head of my cock flicked against her clit at every stroke. She was wetter than I had ever felt her, and she came quickly. Pushing me out momentarily, she turned over, exposing her brown ass to my cock-I slide myself back into her, hips hammering against her ass as she moaned into the pillow. I took the opportunity to look directly at Leandra-and there was an animal hunger in her eyes. She bit her lip, and her hands were clawing at her own body-two fingers were inside her pussy and she looked like she wanted to split in to. It almost seemed cruel not to fuck her. Almost. I pulled Tasia up from the bed and spun her to face me. I kissed her deeply on the mouth, hands roaming up her neck, then down to her ass, squeezing the cheeks and then spreading them apart. "Get on all fours," I ordered, and Tasia laughed, then did as she was told. On all fours, she was only a foot away from Leandra, and she took full advantage of that as I slid into her wet cunt from behind. "Oh, fuck my little pussy," she purred, and then looked directly at Leandra. "Tell me what you like about this, Leandra," she said, softer now, almost as if she pitied her. Leandra gulped, and spat out her answer in between moans. She couldn't stop touching herself, her hands drunkenly moving around her body, down her stomach and onto her cunt. "He...fucks you...so good. His cock is so big, and thick. And you're cumming. I just want it. I want him, I want it so bad." She is almost crying with desire, and as Tasia cums, so too does Leandra, but hers is smaller, for she is not full with my cock. Tasia slides out, nearly spent, and looks up at me. Her breats are redder and glistening from our fucking, and her ass is poised upwards. She looks like a renaissance painting, full breasted and perfect. "What's your favorite position, Leandra?" she asks. I cannot believe what I am hearing. She must be teasing her, I think. "Um...I have two. Cowgirl and doggy," the white girl responds. My cock is on fire, and I need to cum. I am about to simply resume fucking my girlfriend-I can't stand this teasing-when she looks at me. "Put on a condom, love," she says, and reaches into Leandra's bedside table. Sure enough, there are a stack of condoms there-she tears one open, and gently slides it onto my cock. Tasia looks at me lovingly, and then she pulls Leandra onto the bed. Leandra is shaking, her sweat glistening, eyes drunken and horny, and Tasia pushes me back and kisses me once, gently, on my mouth. "She won't fuck as good as I do, but it might be fun," she jokes, and she nods at Leandra. Leandra straddles me, reaches between her legs, and then impales herself on my cock. I moan out loud and now I am sure that someone must be hearing us, but I'm passed the point of caring, and I angle my legs so that I can thrust up and into Leandra. The condom cuts out some of the warmth but her pussy is on fire, and I reach up to her large breasts, and then pull her down, kissing her on the mouth, pressing my tongue deep inside her. I feel my girlfriends hands on her ass, urging her cunt deeper onto my dick. "Cum, slut," she says, slowly, and Leandra obliges. "Fuck yessssssss, James," she hisses, and I feel her tighten and then relax as her orgasm rolls over her. My cock feels like it's about to explode, so I push Leandra off gently and place her on all fours. "May I?," I ask my girlfriend and she nods, and I start, slowly, sliding into my best friends' sister, feeling her cunt open up to take me in all the way. Soon I am hammering her deeper, hands scratching her back, and then I see that my girlfriend has placed herself in front of Leandra, and is kissing her neck, whispering words I cannot hear into her ears. Then, she is lying back down on the bed, and Leandra bends her head down to her pussy. She wants to be eaten out by the woman I'm fucking. So, I keep going. I spank Leandra's ass, and tell her to suck Tasia's clit into her mouth-she loves that, and soon the combination of my cock, fingers, and Leandra's tongue means the two of them are cumming at once. I feel my balls tightening up and I know I have to cum soon. "Please, where do you want me to cum?" I ask Tasia, and she smiles, and I know she has an answer that I will like. "On our faces," she responds, and she props herself up on her knees, and Leandra is quick to place herself next to her. They look at me expectantly-so I stand up unsteadily, and began to jerk off, my hand inches from their face. Black skin is pressed against white, and both their breasts are heaving as I get closer and closer to orgasm. A few more pumps, and then the dam breaks. I cum in ribbons, shooting out of my cock and splashing against Leandra's cheeks first before I point the next couple strings at my girlfriend. The cum stands out against Tasia's face, but it shine's more on Leandra's-and it is the hottest thing I have ever seen. I fall back onto the bed, and land with a thumb. At the edge of the mattress, Tasia instructs Leandra to lick the cum off of her-she does, like a cat with a bowl of milk, delicately lapping up my cum from Tasia's face. There's a moment of silence, and then Tasia laughs, and so too do Leandra and I, and we fall back, the three of us in each other's arms, warm with sex and drink and cum. No one says a word for ten minutes, until my cock begins to twich again-I'm too aroused to stay soft. "Round two?" Leandra asks. Tasia reaches over, and squeezes my cock. She laughs lightly, and looks at Leandra. "Be my guest," she smiles. Watch Me I think I am feeling rather naughty. But, not naughty in the way you want me to feel. . .I want to be bad! I want to make you watch me be bad. Watch. That's all I want you to do! I know you think I am mean. Oh well. Let me give you some material to base that assumption on, and turn it into a fact. . . I put on a pretty, ivory colored nightgown. For some unexplainable reason, ivory looks good on me. As you would expect, I am clean, smelling good and soft. The nightgown is all I am wearing; well, I'd also put on the devilish smile! If you are really lucky, maybe I could even convince my hair to stay curly. I have you to sit on my bed, near the foot. I have tons of pillows, so I you can make yourself comfortable on a few of them. You must save me a few-- I don't want to be uncomfortable with what I have planned in my mind. There is just enough light-- not too dim, but bright enough for you to clearly see the sight presented before you. I'm a music person, so I turn on some kind of nasty music-- Prince. The absolute king of nasty tunes! Oh, I need a beat, that's why it would be Prince. Do you think you are going to get a lap dance or something? If that is what you are thinking-- wrong! I have something else I want to show you. I plop (yes, plop is the best word!) myself down at the head of my bed. I fluff my pillows, then lean back onto them. I can tell you are curious, with a touch of boredom. I know. You want to touch. Too bad. You get to watch. I'm not saying anything at this point. You are asking a few questions, which I refuse to answer. You watch my knees go up, seeing my feet planted firmly on the bed. You now realize you can see some pussy. Not a whole lot, because the pesky nightgown falls over the pussy. You ask some other questions, as you start to move yourself closer to me. Now I speak-- "I'm about to do something here, and you're in my space. So move back!" A bit disappointed, you shift yourself back to where you were. In fact, you look pissed. I figure that look will quickly leave your face in a few minutes. I let my legs fall open a bit more, making it easier for me to get my hands where I want them to be on myself. I already know I am wet, and I know you can smell me. I use my right hand to spread myself open, so you can get a good look at the pink, wet parts of me. Very wet-- you start to make some comment. . .me being evil. I shush you-- I don't want you interrupting my thoughts or actions. I see your eyes get wide as I slide my left hand down into the softness of my pussy. I can hardly believe how hot, how wet I am! I realize my nipples are hard, poking out and upwards in my nightgown. I can tell you want me to expose them, show you my breasts, get rid of the damn cloth. . .no dice. I just calmly look at you, then start to rub my fantastic pussy. I must say, I enjoy the sight of you. I can tell you want to do all sorts of nasty, yet immensely pleasurable things to me! And, you have to sit and watch my gloating as I touch myself! I see you are rubbing yourself through your jeans. . .the thought crosses my mind to tell you to stop. I decide otherwise, choosing to concentrate on myself instead. My technique is quite different from the technique you like to employ whenever I sit close to you, ass bared for your fun. . .I feel different "things" when I touch myself as compared to when you touch me. Not "better, " not "worse" things, just different things. . . pleasure being the ultimate goal. I start to really enjoy watching you watching me with my sopping wet fingers in my pussy. You have the perfect view of what I am doing with my fingers. . . I use a finger to play with my clit. This clit play drives me crazy, makes me wetter, sends fire to my nipples. . . I can see you rubbing yourself harder, wanting to get naked for me, then hop all over me, yet afraid to make a wrong move-- you are just uncertain about if I would be mean enough to stop, turn off the nasty music, turn up the lights, and make you leave. . . You can see how hot I am making myself. I have a good "hand" rhythm developed, wiggling my ass to increase my sensations, my pleasures-- The more excited I make myself, the wetter I get. The wetter I get, the more "sloshing" sounds can be heard, as I stick my fingers in and out of my pussy. . .here's a sorta-kinda idea of the rhythm I am forcing you to witness. . . I use my right hand to hold my pussy wide open, forcing my clit to stick out. . .I can then run my finger over the tip of my clit (whoa-- extra sensitive here) then stick my fingers inside of myself. The best part is when I take the time to taste myself-- when I bring my wet fingers up to my mouth, I can smell the sweetness of me-- ooh--- then taste myself. . .I would lick my fingers clean, but I think that might be a task best reserved for you. I consider offering my fingers to your mouth, but decide to stick them back in me. . .much to your chagrin (again) I keep up touching myself, sticking my fingers in my wet pussy. I know I am getting close to that "point," where I want to cum, and cum hard. . .I can barely keep my eyes open-- I know they are trying to close, as my head tries to fall back in pleasure. My nipples are hard, I have even squeezed my breasts together a bit with my arms. I want to cum, I just want to cum- I am so fucking wet, so full of tension, all I want to do is explode. . . I think you can pick up on the obvious. . .you know what is about to happen. And you want it to happen for me as much (maybe even more?) as I want to make myself cum. . .I'm so quiet, so determined. . .and so wet. I am almost at the "point" where I am going to start to cum, and not be able to stop myself-- hold it back! I can't stop rubbing my clit. I can feel the juices. . .so much, ready to just slide out of me. . .and I am already soaking wet! I am trying to keep my eyes open-- I want to look at you. . .I want to see if you are enjoying the sweet torture of my own design. I feel the ultimate. . .the part where I start to cum-- I feel my hips go up just a bit, as I feel my elixir slide down from me. . . A new feeling registers in my mind-- hands on my hips, and a tongue deep inside of my pussy! I can feel the strength of you, holding me tight, licking me-- driving what was a fabulous cum into an Incredibly Wonderful Orgasmic Wet Session! I start to cum again, immediately-- gushing forth more wetness for you. I am in such a state of pleasure, such orgasmic bliss, I start to notice you licking me from my ass to my clit, as I vaguely think in the back of my mind, "did I just hear pants hit the floor?" And then it happens-- I start to cum again, and I can feel your rock hard cock sliding into my pussy, as I feel you wrapping you arms around me to pull me closer. . . Watch Me I knew what my husband wanted. It wasn't a big secret. He had come right out and said it. "I want to watch you make yourself cum!" But knowing what he wanted and giving it to him are two entirely different things. I had seen how excited he got when my fingers slid over my throbbing clit while his slid deeply into my pussy. As my orgasms ripped through me, he would fuck me harder and faster. My fingers knew exactly how to pull another knee-trembler from my engorged clit. I knew he could feel those fingers strumming away at my juicy slit, feeling his hard shaft filling my juicy hole and caressing his balls as he pounded away. Those sessions were always the best, producing the strongest orgasms and the leaving me gasping and close to passing out in ecstasy. But a solo performance was another matter entirely. Unlike most women (or so I have read), masturbation never has been easy for me. Once or twice a year in over ten years of a highly satisfying sex life was all that I had needed. But my husband deserved this little diversion and I wanted to give it to him. I picked my night carefully. I wanted to surprise him so I dropped some hints about being tired which was our own little code that signaled a nonsexual evening. I took a hot shower, and headed off to bed early leaving my husband in front of the TV. When he came to bed, I was ready and I can only imagine what he thought when he came into the room. There I was, naked in the middle of the bed with my legs spread wide for him. The room was lit by candles but I had positioned a desk lamp to provide a pool of light that illuminated the area between my thighs. He stopped dead in his tracks and I had to laugh as his cock immediately responded to the sight and jutted out of his robe. I had the undivided attention of my audience. I took a deep breath and started the show... Despite my nervousness, I was ready for this. I hoped that the wetness that I felt between my legs was glistening in the light. My hands slid over my breasts, lightly grazing my nipples which were already hard and providing a pleasant aching sensation. I spread my legs as far as I could and brought my hands down my sides to cup my ass cheeks and to slowly and enticingly spread myself so that my audience could see my tight puckered asshole (a big crowd favorite) and my pink tunnel of love. My fingers lightly traced my labia and I heard my husband's intake of breath as I spread the moisture down toward my welcoming holes. Normally I would have to work very hard with my imagination to drive myself toward orgasm but just the act itself was now more than enough. I gasped myself as I felt droplets of moisture ooze from my wide-spread pussy and settle on my anus. Now my fingers were tracing my lips, dipping into my pussy to sample the excitement there. I could feel my clit throbbing in anticipation but I wanted to make this last as long as possible so I kept my hands away from that hot button. I could feel my husband's eyes boring into me watching my every move. He took a step closer to the bed and I watched with amazed eyes as a huge drop of pre-cum pulsed out of the head of his cock and fell in long strand towards the floor. My pussy responded with a throb of its own and more hot love juice, coating my fingers and they roamed up and down my slit. A moan escaped my lips. This was far easier and more exciting than I had ever imagined. I could feel my nipples getting even harder and the ache they produced spread downward toward my pleasure holes. I knew how much my husband liked anal play and so I took this opportunity to do my own experimentation. Anal was not part of my own solo efforts but tonight it was going to be headliner. My slippery fingers slid over my pucker and prodded gently at my tightness. I closed my eyes so that I could concentrate on the feelings without any interruption. I relaxed and slowly inserted the tip of my finger into my ass. My other hand continued a languid movement over my labia. My whole world compressed down to those two throbbing holes. Time ceased to exist. When I opened my eyes when I realized that my finger was buried completely in my upturned ass and that I was actually trying to get even more inside me. My husband's cock was red and visibly throbbing. Droplets of cum were falling in a steady stream onto the bed. He had moved even closer while I was lost in the sensations. Even more cum oozed out as I began to saw my finger in and out of my tight anus. This was a new feeling for me. I had never fingered my own ass. My husband did it for me and I had even allowed him to fill it with his cock on several rare occasions. The orgasms I got from those times were amazing. I wanted more but everything had to be perfect for an anal fuck so it was always a special treat, not a common occurrence. Now, with my own finger moving in and out, I couldn't even imagine how he got his cock into this hot, tight hole. My own finger felt enormous. The aching sensation swept over my clit which peeked out from its hood and begged for attention. But the time was not yet right. I pushed two fingers into my pussy which was literally swimming in my juices. I continued to finger-fuck my ass and I immersed myself in the feeling of a double penetration. I loved it when my pussy was filled with cock while my husband's finger buried itself in my ass. And now that feeling came over me again as I lay there under my lover's eyes, filling both my holes with my own fingers. My orgasm was approaching. I hadn't even touched my clit and the tightening of my stomach muscles that signaled the oncoming explosion was taking over my senses. I brought my thumb up to touch my throbbing button which I continued my own penetrations. A flash of light arced across my vision. I couldn't stop now, if I had wanted to. Why didn't I do this more often? I stared at my husband, forcing his gaze from my glistening pussy and as our eyes locked I reached the climax that I had been reaching for. I had to force myself to keep my legs open as my orgasm overtook me. My stomach muscles tightened and I arched off of the bed. Sexual heat poured from between my thighs as I pushed my fingers as deeply as I could into my throbbing holes and flicked my engorged clit. The flashes of light became bolts of lightning. I bounced wildly on the bed as the sensations overwhelmed me. My orgasm climbed to a peak, detonated and then climbed again pulling a scream of joy from my mouth. The orgasms kept coming in little machine-gun like pulses. I could feel my holes clamped down on my fingers and trying to suck them even deeper into my body. It felt endless. I tried to keep my eyes locked on my lover but the continual firing of nerve impulses kept pulling them closed. It was like trying to sneeze without closing your eyes. I couldn't do it. My eyes flew open though when I felt drops of hot liquid shower my upturned legs. My lover's cock which I had never seen him touch was pouring out spurt after spurt of hot cum. The creamy ropes gushed out and spattered my quivering thighs. It certainly appears that he liked the show. I think I'll make sure that he gets some more chances to watch me. Watch Me She couldn't remember when it had all begun. Time had flown by so quickly since the first time she had started watching. Things had happened on their own from there. Two years ago her husband had died. Not long after she moved out to the calm landscapes of the countryside. It was here that she had first started watching. At first it was innocence and pride that made her look. Then it was curiosity and envy. Lastly it was desire and covetousness. She wanted that which she had watched. In the quietness of the first break of day she sat. She had been sitting and watching for almost two hours. Her muse had not yet stirred from their beauty sleep. It would soon be time to go, lest she get caught. But for now, she would savor the rise and fall of the innocent form curled beneath the sheets. She knew that the eighteen years old body had not yet seen the trials of the opposite sex and promised herself that she would be there watching when it first did. At the first hint of the sun peaking through the window, she was gone, her night gown rustling behind her. The muse woke, thinking she heard a whisper, and realized it was nothing. Perhaps the sun had just spoken to her. The thought made her giggle. She yawned and stretched and kicked the sheets away from her body. This was the muses' favorite time of day. Out here, away from the noises of the city, the world was at peace. For a few minutes, she too sat, on the lip of her bed as the sun slowly peaked over the horizon. It was time for breakfast and than morning lessons. Maybe later she could take the car down to the convenience store. She hoped that he would be there. She had met him last summer at a potluck. He was nice to her and seemed to take an interest in her that the others did not. She liked him. Out the door and down the stairs she skipped. Breakfast was ready as it always was at this time. The smells of the scrambled eggs and bacon lingered in the air above the table as she watched her eat. It still seemed like just yesterday that her cheeks had still been rounded out with the flush of baby fat. Now her jaw was clean and perfectly formed. The watcher admired the exposed nape of her neck as she carried her head at a tilt. Her skin was so smooth. It was without flaw of any kind. There were no scars, no marks, and no damage from the harsh gaze of the sun. It was pale and white and oh, how smooth. It did not take long for the muse to finish her meal and dart out the front door to the yard. The horses needed to be fed and their stables mucked out. She normally wore a pair of coveralls when she cleaned the stable, but she had left them in the storage shed the week before. Today, the muse had something else on the mind before she got to work. It had been a day or so before that she had seen the video tape playing through the window of her neighbor's house. At first she did not understand what to make of what she saw. All she knew was that the woman on the tape was really enjoying what she was doing. She had tried it herself in the shower that same day and had found out why the woman had liked it so much. She had quickly stopped for fear of being caught. It would not have been approved of, she was sure. So she had waited until this morning, till she was in the privacy of the barn and there was no one to see. The pile of hay she had prepared to lay upon beckoned her from the moment the large door swung shut behind her. Once she was properly seated, she hiked the lacy edge of her night gown above her hips. Her white cotton panties glowed in the shadows. She quickly went to work, imitating what the few minutes of peeping had taught her. Her deft little index finger pressed the soft material of her youth into the little opening between her thighs. This first contact only made her want more. She pressed again, deeper. The same illicit sensation brought goose bumps to her legs and stomach. She stifled the giggle that rose in her throat as her nipples poked up against the thin shift. The two dark bumps rose from a chest she was just getting accustomed too. Once her outburst was controlled she pressed again, this time allowing the single digit to slide down the small groove formed by her hidden folds. Then up came the finger and down again. Her finger rhythmically danced over the ever deepening groove in the white material. Soon her chest rose and fell with the rhythm of the finger. A new scent filled the barn as moisture spread out from her finger's point of contact. It did not take long for her thighs to jump together and her head to toss from side to side. She was bewildered by the exciting discovery of this activity. Once again she was sent into a fit of joyful giggles as her breathing slowed and her legs gradually released the hand which had been trapped between them. After her breath had regained a slow steady pace, she jumped to her feat and raced to complete her chores. She did not want to see what would happen if she was not done soon. But seen she had been. In the small gaps of aging wood the watcher had peered. She had nervously been drawn to the barn, like a moth to the flame, when the young woman had worn the shift out. That strange behavior had been for a reason and now the watcher knew. She remembered her first discovery of the excitement her own body offered. It had been a while since she had allowed herself such a reward. It angered her somewhat, that the young lady had given herself that first experience. The watcher had harbored a desire to deliver it herself. But watching had been enough to take the edge off her emotions. She had stood in the cool air, her own hand pressed into her nightgown, clutching at some hidden secret. The dirtiness of it all had been charming. There was somehow innocence to the way it had occurred. Once the chores were underway the watcher had returned to the kitchen, cleaning up after breakfast, and watching the door of the barn for the moment it would swing open again. It did not take long to happen, and the girl came running barefoot up the path to the house. There was a curious smile on her face that she hinted at some secret she held. She did not know that the secret was not her own. She made a little conversation before heading back upstairs to the privacy of her room. The shift flew over her head and she pulled a towel from the top of her closet. Once it was secured over her properly over her bosom, she tiptoed to the bathroom. She closed the door behind her and dropped the towel. In the mirror she watched her body as she turned a pirouette. She knew that the last year had been kind enough to make up for the years prior when she had been smaller than the others. Now her chest swelled upward with youthful pride and the light pink tips of her nipples pointed back at her in the mirror. She took a few firm grasps of the pert tits and her backside, before hopping behind the shower curtain and setting the water to a steaming blast. She buried her face in the pouring water and smiled inwardly to herself as her thighs parted for that skilled finger of hers. Once again she began her little dance in the steamy confines of her shower. The pointer finger darted up and down and in and out until she was forced to clutch at the soap rack to steady herself. The second one had been better than the first and it had taken less time. Out in the cold loneliness of the hallway, the watcher stood admiring the beauty of her muse. Her hand was now beneath her nightgown and was urgently seeking to offer some release before the water was turned to off. Her own folds were more practiced and refused to give in so easily to the deftness of her fingers. By the time the muse stepped from the shower, the watcher had merely succeeded in soaking her panties. She was forced to quickly retreat as the muse hurriedly dried herself. She headed for her bedroom. In the silence of her private sanctuary she tried to finish what she had begun. The memory of the scene she had just witnessed seemed to taunt her from the vagaries of her mind and she was unable to bring any completion from the depths of her channel. Surrendering to her own weakness she dressed and headed back downstairs. Her beautiful blonde-haired muse was already seated on the couch. The watcher stood for a moment on the last stair, watching the hair glow beneath the canned interior lights. It was still wet and it glistened teasingly. She went and sat beside her, watching the rhythmic motion of her muse as she colored out the sketch she had drawn a day earlier. It amazed her that her little piece of art was so skilled at creating herself. Quietly she sat and watched. Eventually the art would speak, asking if it would be okay to go into town that night. A few seconds passed before she would say yes, it would be okay. She regretted this instantly. What would she do without having her here to watch? Time passed to quickly that day. Soon she was standing on the porch, watching a cloud of dust fill the driveway as her muse drove away. She retired for the night, depressed and without anything to do. Her finger tried desperately, one more time, to revive the memories of the muse from earlier in the day. Once again, they fell just short of fulfillment, and left her panting in the darkness. It was around midnight when she pulled back into the driveway. Giggling she pulled him from the seat beside her and tugged him inside after her. She had not planned on taking him with her, and worriedly shushed him as they traipsed up the stairs. Once they were in the confines of her small room did she allow herself another giggle. She pulled him to her, savoring the crush of his body against hers. He bent and kissed her, his teeth lightly grazing her lips. How she loved that. His kisses had been another new sensation she had experienced that day. The night would be full of new sensations for her. His kisses would trail over her lips and up her cheek to her ear. There they would nibble and smack, his breathing growing more urgent as she ground herself into him. His hands began there wandering journey across the landscape of her body. They started at the small of her back, tauntingly low. Then they would slip down to cradle the firm backside she had gazed at in the mirror only hours ago. She let herself be pulled up to him, noticing the strange hardness twitching at his center. His hands would slip beneath her skirt, invading the area which had been her own this morning. They found the cleft of her round cheeks and stroked there in the darkness. It tickled her and she climbed higher on his strong youthful frame. Her legs sought purchase on his hips and locked her there. His hands moved more freely now; two fingers squirming beneath the elastic band holding her panties tightly to her thigh. Eventually they would have their way and would find the moistness of her innocence waiting. Expertly they would flick and flutter across the soft opening, teasing her into a frenzy. Once she was nearing her first explosion he lowered her onto her back, lying across the double mattress she had slept in since she had been young. Crouching over her, his hands would squeeze and maul at her chest, until her the two peaks at the tips of her breasts were pointing out from beneath her top. He dropped nervously to his knees, his body blocking her legs from rejoining the other. His hands once again began their sliding and prying until her panties were freed from the dark shadows beneath her skirt. Then his fingers would start their journey over, this time thrusting deep into unexplored territory and pressing against the symbol of her innocence. She was now writhing in time with their attack and her breathing was once again hurried and shallow. Her eyes were wide open, staring into the heavy grays of the unlit ceiling. She felt his breath trail high upon her thigh, before a sudden birth of a new sensation. Uncontrollably she squirmed as the lithe tip of his tongue lapped at her folds. Here he was inexperienced and he acted only on instinct. He knew it was going well when her legs draped over his shirted shoulders and her nails dug into his short cropped hair. He buried his face in the sweet moisture now filling the peak of her thighs and covering his face. He lapped and dipped and stroked her with his tongue until she let out a high pitched squeal somewhere on the bed in front of him. He did not stop lapping until she sat upright and pulled his lips to her own. His untested manhood did a flip in the tight enclosure of his jeans as her tongue licked the juices of her own pleasure from his lips. Then she was sliding off the bed and pushing him into the seat she had just vacated. Her hands fumbled at the button on his jeans and nervously tugged the zipper down over the rod hidden within. Once it was free, his member leapt to attention, tenting his boxers over his crotch. In the darkness, she worked quickly to free the thing she hoped to experience. Once she found the small button holding shut the doors of his underwear she pulled it urgently free. She could see the faint outline of his length, framed against the darker material of his boxers and jeans. Nervously her hand stretched out and grasped tightly the thing. It flinched in her hand and nearly scared her away. But once she had it, she was not about to let it go. She began to stroke up and down on it, listening to him as he collapsed backwards onto the bed, a low burning groan escaping his throat. There was moisture leaking from the tip and she carried her hands over it and down again, lubricating his length. Her pace increased and she felt him thrust up into her hand. Slowly and cautiously she leaned in towards it, wanting to take it in her mouth as the woman on her neighbor's television had. Her free hand worked its way back beneath her skirt and began to slide easily in and out of her folds. Small slurping noises escaped her lips as they sought to swallow her finger. Her courage and desire worked up she brought her head down, her mouth creeping open and her tongue snaking out. It made contact with the wet droplets on the tip of his hardness and swept them up into her mouth. She contemplated the salty taste until his hands found the back of her head and pulled her back down onto the length of his shaft. She inhaled deeply and sucked him far into her throat, her fingers working to bury themselves just as deep in her pink center. She heard him let out a heavy sigh just as a strange ripple ran through the member caught between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. She did not get a chance to wonder what it meant- the lights of her room exploded to life and angry shrieking filled her ears. She jerked backwards frightened from his member and was rewarded with a hot splash of his fluid to her face and mouth. Another quickly followed, landing on her chin and slowly dripping to her cleavage and the edge of her shirt. But she was not paying attention the pent up spray of the young man. The angry form of the woman in the doorway held her entranced. No sooner had the last full splash of his stuff landed on her face and the boy was off the bed, his softening member bouncing out of his open fly as he raced down the stairs and out the door. Still she sat there staring at the terrifying ranting of the woman, her watcher. It had been too much for her to watch. She had heard them as they snuck up the stairs. She had watched their silhouettes against the window as they did what young people did. She had savored the gasps of her muse as his fingers had snuck beneath her panties and found her hidden spot. In the darkness of the hallway, her own fingers mirrored the motions of his, as they hurried over her lips. She had brought herself to a shuddering peak twice there as he had draped her over the bed and buried his young face between her thighs. She knew who he was. He was a popular eighteen year old senior at the local high school. Some part of her had wanted to be happy for her muse when she had brought him home. But the other part of her wanted her muse much too badly. It had not been until her muse had been brought to her own knees and had begun to service him as an equal that she had become fed up. That was when she had interrupted. The muse said nothing as she watched the ongoing outburst. Her eyes were focused on one thing only. There at the middle of the woman's nightgown, just over the apex of her thighs and the hole between, there was a dark wet spot. Her eyes would trail up her body to the hardened tips of her nipples and then to the glistening fingers which had only recently abandoned that area of the nightgown. For the first time in her life, the eighteen year old muse realized that she had been watched. It sent a small chill down her spine. She was ignorant of the cooling juices on her face and chest. Only the thought that she had been watched and enjoyed by the woman in the doorway occupied her mind. It took her a few moments of stunned silence to gather herself and rise to flee the room. She huddled behind the door in the bathroom, her mind tracing all the pathways presented by this new realization. Was this the first time? If not, what other times? How long had she been watching? When did she first start? What did it mean? To each question only more questions answered. She would fall asleep there, still covered in her first lover's offering. The watcher also would retire with the departure of her muse. She had stood outside the door, watching the flickering from beneath the frame as she had shifted her weight. How the watcher longed to explain her desire and offer herself to her muse. She wished for the time when her fingers would curl in her hair as the young man's had- when her tongue would lash out over her secret desires. An hour later she left for her room. The rest of the night she would lay in the center of her bed, arms and legs outstretched, staring at the ceiling- her mind racing over uncharted territory. By morning, both the watcher and the muse had come to decisions of their own. The muse had decided that she would not reveal her newfound knowledge and would wait to judge until she had full grasp of the situation. Her innocent mind had failed to come up with an equally innocent reason for the display put on the night before. The watcher had decided that she would act soon, before her muse's nineteenth birthday, which was only three months away. At first the muse was cautious. She avoided the young man she had reveled intimately with that night like he was cursed. She never went to the barn in her shift and only lingered in the shower as long as necessary. The nagging feeling of suspicion would gradually fade as her mind blocked out the events of that evening. The watcher, however, was struggling. She longed for the moments of silence where she could watch the young lady's development and learning. She was haunted by the memory of her gasps and moans as the boy's tongue had filled her. Her imagination dwelt on those sounds and scents and silhouettes. It was all she could think of. She found herself standing in the middle of the night over her muse's bed, her hand wrapped in the edge of the sheets which caressed the body she longed for. Always she would break away and flee the dark thoughts which lurked just beneath her desire to watch. It took only an unexpected sigh or shift and she blew from the wind. But each night she would return, poised on the edge of a chasm from which she could not return. One morning, the young muse woke beneath the cool embrace of the sheets. She was longing for the touch which she had denied herself for the last weeks. The night before, in a dream, she had surrendered her body to the ravishes of the young man's wants. That morning she was left as empty as could be, only the hunger remaining. She moved quickly for the stairs and ate quietly the breakfast prepared for her. Then she flitted off down the path, her night gown trailing behind her for the first time since the encounter. Already her heart quickened and her depths jumped. She needed this. Watch Me She had noticed the difference in behavior too. The quick choppy bites and the half-chewed swallows. Everything she did that morning, she had done with a sense of urgency. She grew excited as she realized what it meant. Sure enough, the muse was out the front door, not bothering to change, and down towards the barn. The watcher was forced to wait. She could not run after lest her secret desire be revealed. She gave the girl a few moments to get situated, then she slipped out the front door and skirted the edge of the yard to the barn. She pressed herself anxiously to the same crack she had occupied weeks ago and was greeted by the same sight as before. Her young precious muse was laying out in the freshly fluffed hay, her knees high in the air and her thighs spread wide apart. One of her perfect feminine hands clutched through the shift at the soft orbs of her chest, while the other hand disappeared and reappeared again from between the angelic thighs. The watcher found herself enraptured in the scene and gave in to her own urge to lift her skirts. Her own hand found its rhythm between her quivering thighs, and her fingers quickly found the depths of her folds. She leaned heavily against the aging boards of the barn and was too lost in her desire to see and share in the experience to notice the small creak which escaped from the rusty nails. The muse however did not miss the creak. Her senses were on high alert and despite the intensity of her need to bury her hand within herself, she was still cautious. The creak gave away the location of her watcher. Out of the corner of her eye she watched for some sign that there truly was someone there and it was not simply a draft in the barn. But seconds later she saw the shadow between one of the cracks disappear, then reappear. She though she could make out the curve of a parted thigh and possibly the detail of a hand beneath it. Her hand momentarily slowed its vigorous thrusting against her wetted folds, but it regained its intensity at she became angry at the violation of her privacy. She decided to put on a show for her watcher. She sat up right, her hair still carrying some hay and pulled the night gown over her head. Now naked as the day she was born she reclined back into the hay, this time on an angle facing slightly more towards the watcher. She closed her eyes, with a vicious smirk on her lips, and once again went to work at the sensitive lips of her labia. Her fingers parted and petted the pinkness and dipped within to the hot interior. Her other hand continued to squeeze her breast and pinch at her nipples. She lifted her backside of the ground, by putting weight on her shoulders and invaded herself with two fingers. She let loud moans of delight escape from her mouth, reveling in the sexuality of her victory. Her mind found itself twistedly delighting in the fact that her body could drive the watcher to such depths of depravity and need. The thought of her watcher shaking outside the barn door, a hand buried beneath her robe, sent her flying into an orgasmic abyss of her own. She let her strong youthful lungs release a scream of intense pleasure and her hips rode up and down in the air, two fingers still plunging in and out of the shuddering tunnel. The shadow peering through the cracks suddenly shrunk and the young woman realized that the watcher must have been sent over the edge by the intensity of her display. For a few seconds she laid there, her hand toying with the wet folds of her body before she climbed from the impression she had left in the hay. She turned towards the crack and bent over, at the waist, to pick up her shift. She let it slowly fall down her arms and over her back before it once again restored the decency of her naked body. The watcher had been floored by the vision which had unfolded before her in the shadowy light of the barn. Her own body had eagerly betrayed her at least twice and she had been lost to this world as she had sat, sprawled against the rough barn wall, her hand plunging into her like it was the fix to an addiction. Her body's lubricants covered her thighs, dripped into the crack of her backside and caused the soil and grass to stick to the soft cheeks on which she sat. Her eyes stared, transfixed at the body which seemed to bear a light of its own in the barn. She was nearing another explosion when she saw the young woman rise to her feet and bend to dress. The sight of the perfect backside and the shadowy folds caught between the white thighs set her off again. It took her a few moments to regain her composure, before she managed to push herself to her feet and move quietly to the house. She sat at the kitchen table, her night gown soaked through as her body continued to emit her juices. Before her, an untouched cup of tea wafted steam into the air. Her mind could not leave its obsession alone and it retraced the scene it had just witnessed over and over again. Every twitch of the muse's body and thrust of her hand replayed with impossible accuracy. She was so caught up in the seeming fantasy that she failed to notice when the young woman stepped through the kitchen, a sadistic smirk on her face. The muse strode the kitchen, a sense of pride and ownership emanating from her. She stared at the woman lost in thought at the table as if she were an object of her possession. She sauntered up the stairs, her hips just breaking the straight lines of the gown. She returned to her room and stripped again, allowing a moment of vanity in the mirror, before stepping nude into the hallway. She had timed the event to the footsteps of her admirer. With the same smirk on her face she pranced the few feet into the bathroom and bent, backside to the doorway, and turned the water on. She had risen from her stupor at the table and headed up the stairs just as she was about to reach the top step, she was frozen in her tracks by the brazen exposure of her muse. The young woman walked straight towards her, a funny smile on her face, and entered the bathroom, leaving the door wide open. The watcher managed to regain her composure and finish out the last step. She froze again in the doorway as she saw the rounded backside thrust into the air as she reached for the lever. She forced herself to stop gawking and raced to her room. She quickly closed the door behind her and leaned against it, working to catch her breath. Her hand had moved on its own to her crotch and once again began to grope at her folds. She stood there, hand in her snatch, until she heard the shower flood the bathtub. She could not resist the urge to return to the hallway and did so swiftly. The door stood wide open, the fresh steam of the water spilling out into the room. In the mirror, the watcher saw the fogged image of her muse's pale skin. She watched entranced as she coated herself in soap and rinsed it thoroughly. She saw the dark shade of her hair tilt back as she shampooed and rinsed. Unbeknownst to her, her hands had begun to mirror the scrubbing and soaping motions of her muse's hands. How she wished she could be there beside her, celebrating in the beauty of her naked form. All too soon, the shower stopped, and the watcher was forced to flee down the stairs. She went into the family room and curled on the arm of the sofa, her head, sinking to her hands. She sought some sort of respite from the possession the illicit sensations of her desire. But she would not find it there. The muse had known that she would be watching. She had intentionally left the door open and was enjoying the power she now held. She wanted to see how much she could gain from this knowledge and manipulation. A new element of desire to control had embodied the desire for pleasure. With her hair still dripping, and only a towel wrapped around her torso and barely covering her womanhood, she skipped down the stairs and found her prey. She walked calmly around the sofa and sat on the opposite end, her back leaning into the high rolled arm. She kicked her legs lazily up beside her and pulled them up against her chest. She knew from the soft caress of cool air that she was exposing herself. She wanted to. She called to the woman who still crouched at the other end, refusing to look up. The watcher forced herself to break from her hands and look towards her muse. Her eyes caught momentarily are the dark split of her pink lips between her perfect legs. But they moved on, until they met the intense gaze of the younger woman. She fought with every ounce of self control to keep from dropping her gaze back to the hidden snatch. She did not allow herself to blink or budge. The muse was loving this. She could see that her spy was focusing on meeting her gaze and not doing as her desire commanded. She made small talk first and barely managed to keep from laughing at the automatic responses she received. Then she asked to take the car into town. The spy imperceptibly nodded and whispered a positive response. Then she asked for some money. Again a positive response. Deciding to put on one last displayed she raised her legs off the couch and stretched in an exaggerated manner, letting the towel fall further up her waist and displaying her assets. Satisfied she had inflicted some serious torture she returned to her bedroom. She chose her outfit carefully. Open toed shoes, an old small t-shirt, and a black pleated skirt that was from junior high. She decided at the last minute to add a pair of white girlish panties to the ensemble. She pulled her hair back in a pony tail and added a hint of lipstick. Looking at herself in the mirror, she looked like a tramp. It was exactly what she wanted. She saw the door at the opposite end of the hallway was closed and knew that it must mean that her watcher had decided to seek solitude there. Perhaps she was getting dressed. She flung the door open without knocking and was delighted to catch her watcher bent at the waist as she pulled a set of black panties over her long legs. The older woman whirled on her, her breasts bouncing lightly at the sudden movement. There was an obvious dilemma about whether or not to cover up running through the watcher's mind. The young woman walked right up to her and asked for the car keys and the promised money. As the watcher went for her purse, she studied the barely covered form. She appreciated the similarities between the high firm breasts and her own, as well as the blemish free skin. She hoped that she would look as good as the other woman when she was thirty-seven. The watcher's long brown hair trailed just above the cleft of her backside that was heavily accented by the dark color of the thong. Another smirk snuck to her face and she let it stay as the watcher dutifully handed over the requested items. She leaned in quickly and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, just behind the corner of her lips. Then she was off again, darting down the stairs and out the door to the car. Her skirt had given the watcher a momentary glimpse of the white panty clad bottom as she had exited. The watcher stood there, stunned and out of her mind with desire. Not bothering to finish dressing she went to her muse's bedroom and knelt at the middle of the bed. She pulled the young woman's pillow to her and clutched it tightly to her naked breasts. She was aroused and needed to satisfy herself. She stuffed the pillow between her thighs and began to grind heavily upon it. Her mind pictured the naked form of her muse pinned beneath her; the perfect breasts heaving as she ground over her crotch. She imagined the scent and sound of her breathing and the subtle trail of moisture that her pussy would leave as she used her. Her hands imitated the longings she had for the young woman, squeezing and cradling her breasts. It did not take her long to reach a powerful orgasm as her imagination ran wild with possibilities. Her black thong was soaked with her juices and she continued to rub her crotch into the pillow. After her second orgasm she would collapse there, the pillow still trapped between her thighs. It took her fifteen minutes for her to return to reality and extricate herself from the pillow and the room. Alone and full of conflicting emotions she dressed in her jogging outfit. Once she made it outside she tried fleeing her lust, running at a dead sprint down a wooded path behind the house. The young woman had arrived at her location at a local strip mall. She had two stops to make. The first was at the Adult store. She purchased a few outfits, some videos, a toy, and a couple miscellaneous items. The next stop on her trip was the local department store. The young sales associate was more then helpful in her purchase. She was somehow convinced that the great customer service he offered was directly related to the shortness of her skirt and how much of her panty covered bottom he could see when she leaned over to examine various models. Satisfied with her purchases she raced back home. She found her mind traveling ahead of her in both space and time, imagining the game she was about to play. She sped a little, but it was hard for her to control the weight on the gas pedal with one hand diddling in her crotch. She arrived home in record time and quickly carried the things up to her room. She was happy to discover that her watcher had gone running. She did not want to reveal her hand just yet. Unsure as to where the other had gone she put the items away in various areas around her room and set up the small TV and DVD on her dresser. Satisfied that she was prepared, she decided to head downstairs and study. Part of her was looking for a distraction from the erotic manipulation of the day, and another part of her wanted to taunt the older woman as soon as she arrived home. She sat quietly at the table pouring over a textbook, with her skirt strategically hiked up her thighs and pulled from beneath her on the back side. It did not take long for the older woman to exhaust herself. She was physically fit and exercised regularly, but it was difficult to maintain a fast pace with her mind running through so many scenarios and memories. She saw the car as she neared the house and knew that her little tease was there. She came in the front door slowly, cautious not to allow herself to be caught again by sudden displays of nudity. The young woman was obediently doing her homework at the table, although her skirt was still riding high. The watcher was relieved by this a little. It was a situation where she could control herself. She spoke briefly to her than headed upstairs for the shower. The hot steam relaxed her at first, but the constant thrum of the head began to arouse her. Seeking to maintain control she quickly dried off and went to her room. She dressed quickly and headed back downstairs to make lunch. The afternoon went fairly normally from there. The younger woman continued her subtle taunts and the older woman took it stoically. The run had tired her enough that she did not have the energy to get riled. The two spoke only briefly and the conversations were shallow. By now, both women were aware of what the other was doing. One was the bait and the other the prey. By dinner time, the watcher had felt the wetness in her panties begin to return. Her nipples had been constantly aching for attention and were pressing through her bra into the material stretched across her chest. She found herself reaching fingers for her pussy several times during dinner, but always managed to pull back the hand just in time. She announced her decision to call it an early night as soon as she was finished eating. Satisfied she had made her escape she fled upstairs to the sanctuary of her room. The younger woman had noticed the growing state of agitation in her watcher and was getting excited herself. She was about to put her plan into action. The young woman waited a few minutes downstairs. She straightened up the dishes and put the leftovers into the fridge. Once she had stalled long enough she headed for her bedroom. She cracked her door and stripped down to nothing. She examined her body in the mirror momentarily, tweaking her nipples and bringing them to attention. She took one of the outfits she had purchased, a see through white teddy, and put it on. She wore nothing else with it. Once again she returned to the mirror and stared at herself. Her body was youthful and the softness of her lines made her look young and innocent. She had not bothered to tie the teddy together tightly, so the material left a long stretch of skin open down the front of her torso. The tops of her perky breasts and the clean shaven lips of her pussy were on full display. She giggled audibly to herself as she touched those lips. They were already swollen and were glistening with her excitement. Satisfied that she was an eyeful she pulled the toy and one of her videos from the remaining bag beneath her bed. She unwrapped the small egg shaped vibrator and left it on the duvet. It took her a few moments to get the move unwrapped and set up on her new TV and DVD player. The DVD menu popped to life on the screen and the volume blared out of the small TV's speakers. The little tart turned the noise down quickly- she wanted the other to hear, but she did not want it be so loud. Some semblance of discretion would make her watcher unaware that she had been caught. Remote in hand she settled into the far corner of her bed facing the television. She pressed play and flicked the small clitoral stimulator to life. The film she had chosen was a graphic XXX lesbian porn. The thinly filled storyline involved an older boss seducing her younger receptionists. The first scene involved some bondage and domination of the first secretary. She had been tied over her desk, spread-eagled, and was lewdly begging for the boss to fuck her with a strap on. Both of the women were stripped down to garters and stockings and the young woman's bra had been pulled down away from the pink tips of her nipples. The young woman began to squeeze her breasts and pinch at her own nipples, paying some attention to the film. One eye remained on the door, waiting for the change in light that would indicate her watcher had arrived. The porn had made it to the first oral scene by the time she caught sight of the shadow filling a portion of the door crack. Now was the time to go to work. She had already been lightly rubbing her juicy labia with the vibrator, but she immediately switched to direct clitoral contact. Her left hand snuck beneath the scandalous teddy and played with her nipples and groped her breast. The other hand circled around and around the clit before it would slide over, causing a quick thrust of her hips. She had never used a sex aid before and was delighted with the sensations it produced. She spread her legs as widely as possible and allowed the hand which had been attacking her tits to slide down her stomach and begin to stroke her splayed thighs. She began to make the same guttural moans and cries of the women on the screen and really got into her own performance. On screen, one woman was being forced to lick the juices of another off of the strap on. Another woman was kneeling between her legs and eating her out, her tongue skillfully darting over and into the pink honey filled twat. She could feel the eyes of the watcher hungrily devouring her every move. By now she was ignoring the film, enraptured in the newfound delight of her toy. She was on all fours, backside lit up by the TV, her head buried in the pillow. It was then, that she caught scent of the other woman's fluids. It was slightly different than her own, but it had the same salty sweet smell. Her watcher had been getting off on her pillow while she was gone! The though sent her into a new realm of graphic self pleasing. With her spare hand she fingered her tight hole, with the other she continued the liberal application of the vibrator. She could see the juices glistening in the TV's light as her body flooded the bed. Her ass, she was sure, was arched high in the air, giving her watcher an exaggerated sexual view. In the hallway, the older woman was once again plunging her fingers into her hole. Her own juices were pouring down her legs and onto the carpet. She leaned heavily against the doorframe, mindlessly absorbing the erotic scene on display for her. The sounds of the groans and cries of the women on the DVD mingled with those the young woman who was fucking herself with the small vibrator. The sight of the glistening little egg sent extra quivers through her thighs and twat as she wished she was the one applying it to that tight hole. This thought sent her into the her first full blown orgasm and she doubled up from the sudden clenching of her stomach and vaginal muscles. She let out a cry of delight and slapped her mouth shut as she realized that she may have given herself away. Watch Me The young woman heard the exclamation and it sent her into her first orgasm as well. She did not have an opportunity to give away her knowledge as she collapsed onto the bed, her ass clenching and unclenching while her thighs pinned the buzzing vibrator against her cunt. She squirmed there for several minutes, savoring the extended after shocks of her orgasm. By the time she regained her senses and glanced at the door, the older woman was gone. For half an hour she lay there, basking in the warm glow of the porno film, lazily rubbing the remaining juices over her stomach and breasts. She licked her fingers clean when she thought enough time had passed and rose from her bed. Time for an outfit change. She waited patiently in the hallway outside the older woman's bedroom. She did not enter until she heard the breathing grow more regular and rhythmic. Her pussy was throbbing with excitement beneath the lacy black material of her new panties. Quickly she strode into the room, one pair of leather cuffs open in one hand and a bag of her other items there. She dropped the bag at the foot of the bed and grabbed the wrist of the older woman and clapped the leather cuff onto it. She pulled it tight to the headboard and hooked it onto one post. The older woman was beginning to come awake now and tried to pull away in her half-sleeping state. The younger woman took advantage of the last seconds of grogginess to get the other cuff on and pulled against the head board. The older woman, her watcher, stared at her, a strange look on her face. The watcher had been exhausted by the intensity of her last voyeuristic experience. She had crawled beneath the sheets of her bed, her thighs still moist with her fluids. It had only taken her a few minutes to fall asleep. Now she was wide awake, adrenaline rushing and her mind reeling from the sudden binding of her wrists. It took her a moment to realize who it was that stood at the foot of her bed. The young object of her desire looked like an avenging angel of desire. Her long legs were defined by a pair of black stockings which were hooked into a lacy black garter belt that overlaid a black lacy thong. Her breasts were pushed high on her chest, a matching black bra defining the full curves of her breasts. Immediately her passageways flooded with juices and her clit jumped to attention. She stopped fighting against the bindings on her wrists and lay still. The young woman rounded the edge of the bed and took hold of one corner of the sheets and pulled it away from her, exposing inch by inch of her naked flesh. A delighted smirk covered the muse's face as she stood beside the foot of the bed and examined her handiwork. The older woman lay in the center of the bed, her legs crossed tightly, hiding the juicy center of her vagina. Her breasts rose and fell quickly, nipples erect, and her eyes stared lustfully down at the girl. The muse by now was reaching the extreme limitations of her own arousal. She climbed up on the foot of the bed and stood there to the left of the watcher's legs. She slowly began to dance- her body twisted and turned and dipped and bent in the most sensuous way possible. The stunning combination of the black lingerie against her light youthful skin drove the older woman into a frenzy of desire. She spread her legs apart, exposing the soaked folds of her pussy to the dancing muse. Her breath would catch in her throat as the muse bent over backwards, her vulva pressing into the panties and pulling it between her shaved lips. Then she snapped back up and turned once again to face the bound captive. She unsnapped her bra and slid it off her chest, allowing her breasts to hang freely. The youthful nipples immediately jumped erect at the caress of the cool air. Then the dance continued. Time and again the wonderful apple bottom would spin into view and be pressed out, taunting the hungering desire of the watcher. Eventually the young lady would pull loose two tabs on either sides of her panties and they would go flying to the floor. Now she was naked, but for the garter and stockings she wore. The dance would only last for a moment more, until it climaxed with the young woman straddling the smooth abdomen of the young lady. There, with her pussy inches away from coming into contact with the flesh of the woman who desired her above all things, the young muse spoke. "Watch me, Mommy, watch me." The older woman nodded her affirmation and encouragement to her daughter. That was all the young lady needed. Her pussy dropped the remaining distance to her mother's stomach and she began to slowly slide her hips over the taut surface. Her hands clasped her breasts and her head tilted backwards as she ground her juices into the skin of her mother. The watcher tried pressing her body up more into the woman, hoping to give her more intense pleasure. Soon she was nearing her first orgasm at the touch of her mother. She stopped abruptly, breaking the erotic reverie of the moment. It was only a momentary pause and she slid quickly forward, looping her legs beneath the outstretched arms of her mother and knelt poised over her mouth. The mother looked at the pussy she had watched from afar for so long. She studied its details and nuances, examining each unique fold. She muttered one word to her daughter; "Please." That was all that was needed and the pussy lowered onto her mouth. Immediately the mother began to devour her daughter's soft folds with the intensity of one starving for their taste. Her tongue darted and pierced the sensitive layers of skin and lapped over her clit. The tongue slid from the backside of the burning vagina to the front and then back again. She slurped up the fluids which were pouring onto her tongue and mouth. Her tongue fucked up into her, fulfilling an untouched need the daughter had wanted for so long. Once it was buried within her daughter's depths she began to flick and whip her tongue around. The sudden intensity of the stimulation sent her over the edge into a realm of uncontrollable pleasure. Her knees clamped down and she rode her mother's tongue like a bucking horse. She ground her crotch firmly against her mother's glistening face and cried out as her body shuddered through orgasm after orgasm. Once her controlled had been recovered she dismounted and began the final stage of her plan. She pulled a double ended strap on from the black plastic bag on the floor and slid it up over her mother's naked thighs and pushed the backward facing six inches firmly into place within her needy twat. She undid her mother's cuffs and straddled her once again, pulling her mother up to space between her breasts. Looking down at the woman who had birthed her she spoke. "I want you to be my first mommy. I love you and never want to be apart from you. Please mommy, take my virginity." The mother took control now, finally finding her dreams and wants fulfilled. She pulled the soft pliant hips of her teenage daughter downward, guiding her tight cunt onto the girth and length of the rigid plastic cock. As her daughter pressed downward, more of the cock was pressed into her body. At about three inches her daughter paused and wrapped her arms around her neck and looked down at her. The dildo had reached her hymen. The mother made eye contact with her and pressed strongly down on her upper thighs while gently thrusting upward against her weight. Her daughter gasped momentarily as she was penetrated fully for the first time in her eighteen years. Once she was fully at the base of the cock, the mother reclined again, settling her head amongst the pillows. She watched as her daughter reached out and took hold of her breasts and began to slowly rise and fall on the cock buried within her body. The mother took hold of her daughter's hips and began to thrust in an alternating stroke with the tightness of her daughter's cunny. Together they ground into blissful unity. The combination of their juices soaked the sheets and bed. The world slowed for them as they found each other again. The mother rolled out from beneath her daughter and on top of her. In the missionary position, she lifted her weight up off her daughter on her elbows and stared down into the soft amber eyes that were filled with desire for her touch. She began a stronger more firm stroke, taking control of their sex. In and out the long rod stroked, each counter thrust pressing back into the mother. Her pace quickened and soon her daughter's legs were curling around her buttocks and her hands were clutching at her waist. She drove into her daughter, enjoying the gasps and spasms of her body as it responded to the internal caress of the dildo. Soon she was losing control of her own body and she was rapidly pounding into the moaning and shuddering pink folds of her baby. Together they climaxed, unable to fight the intense feelings and desire that coursed through the familial blood in their veins. Their bodies remained entwined on the bed for some time, the daughter gently lapping at her mother's breasts and sucking for a time on a nipple. It was some sort of erotic acknowledgement of their bond and the mother enjoyed watching her do it. They would sleep together that night, and every night after that until the daughter found a partner she would share the rest of her life with. They continued to live together as a family even after that. Sometimes in the middle of the night, the daughter would look up from the head of her lover buried in her lap to see the silhouette of her mother in the doorway. She would just smile and perform more intensely than before. And they were happy. Watch Me You told me you wanted to watch. But not only did you want to watch me masturbate, you wanted to be in control. Okay by me. I love being your sub and you know it. "You have to do everything, exactly as I say, okay?" you asked. "Of course, master." I replied obediently. "Undress completely" was your first command, to which I was happy to oblige. You watched as I slowly unbuttoned my blouse and slid it off my shoulders. A smile crossed your face. Your attention was focused on me as I pulled my pants down slowly. You continued to smile and began to bounce with excitement. I reached my hands around to my back and unhooked my bra. You gasped as I pulled the silky material away from my large boobs. You couldn't help but reach out and give them a good squeeze once they'd been set free. And I couldn't help smiling feeling your hands on me, knowing your excitement was growing. I put my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and gracefully moved them down over my hips, past my thighs, down my legs to my ankles, and stepped out of them. I could see you start to drool. "Okay, now lie down on the bed and spread your legs as far apart as you can," was your next command. I did exactly as I was told and could feel the moisture growing in my pussy. I was sure you could see the wetness glistening because you were staring at my crotch intently. You wrapped my left ankle in a leather strap and cinched it tightly to the bed post, then followed with the right in the same fashion. Knowing I'd be tied up was making me so horny, the juices were really building. My hips moved around and my back arched, and you hadn't even really touched me yet. "Squeeze your boobs together and pinch your nipples, roll them between your forefingers and thumbs." I quickly did as I was told, enjoying it immensely. "Harder," you barked as I pinched my nipples for you. "Pull at them, move your boobs all around by pulling your nips." I played with my tits just the way you wanted and your cock continued to grow. I bounced them around, massaged, played, pinched, poked. I did everything you wanted with my tits and all the titillation was driving me wild. My pussy was dripping wet from just playing with my boobs. Well, that and the whole scenario. Knowing that I was turning you on so much, was definitely turning me on. "Now I want to see you cum. Slide your middle finger of your right hand up and down between those sweet, wet, pussy lips." Your command was delivered through a big smile. Your cock was as hard as an iron rod. I moved my finger up and down gathering moisture with every pass. I could hear you groan with delight. "Spread your lips just slightly and continue in that same motion." I let my thumb and forefinger of my left hand open up my lips just a bit, while my right hand continued its pleasuring strokes. "Spread your lips a bit farther and circle your clit for me." I quickly complied and my moisture was getting a bit out of control. The juices started to ooze down my thigh, my hips began to move in accord with the circular motion I had begun around my clit. My own moans became louder than yours. "Faster. Circle that clit faster," your words barely escaping your throat. "Mmmmmm, damn girl. You're killing me. This is so fucking incredibly hot!!" I continued to circle my clit and didn't really know how much longer I could hold out before cumming. "Slide your first finger into your pussy. Deep....deeper. Yeah, that's it, now work it in and out." Your smile opened wider and your moans sung out from deep in your throat. I continued to fuck my pussy with my finger, while you took complete delight in the matter. "Now go back to rubbing your clit for me. Rub it hard and fast and let me see. Spread those sweet lips wide and push back the hood and rub like you've never rubbed before. Up and down, round and round. Harder and harder." And so I did. But only for about two minutes and then I began to moan and cry out, "I'm going to cum!" "No. You have to wait, just another minute. Keep rubbing. Harder. Faster." But that was it. I could only hold out for about 30 more seconds then that incredible feeling overcame me. It started right there where my fingers were rubbing and shot through my entire body so fast, it seemed like lightning. My toes curled in real tight, my back arched, my leg muscles stiffened. My head started to spin and my teeth felt numb. My pussy began to throb and my moans became louder as I came with the one of the greatest orgasms ever. You watched with pure enjoyment as I continued to pulse and throb and twitch with ecstasy. Watch Me Baby, what are you doing with that video camera? You were serious about recording me tonight, weren’t you? A light is blinking. Are you recording already? Good. Watch me, baby, watch me as I become your whore. I’m going to be your dirty slut tonight... * * * * * Click Here to listen. (18 min/mp3) * * * * * Watch Me ...She started to arch her back, and grabbed at the sheets with her free hand. Her knees came up and she was really working that vibrator on herself. I was pumping for all I was worth, and hit my climax just seconds before she hit hers. I wanted to call out to her... to tell her how I was watching her, joining her, how close we came to cumming together... Sweat glistened his skin, one hand flung over his shoulder, the other nestled around his cock. He was awoken out of his dream by the sound of several large noises outside. Remembering his dream he rubbed his cock lightly, sensitive after cumming, savoring the essence of his favorite fantasy. Wow that was some dream. Taking a deep breath, he decides to get up and see what's making all the noise. An attractive man of average height, he is 40 ish with a decent body, though carrying a slight middle aged spread. Dark brown hair, warm smile, and blue eyes. He walks across the hall, into the guest bedroom and sees that a moving van has pulled in front of the empty townhouse next to him. Great a new neighbor, Just my luck it will be a couple with bratty kids to disturb the peace around here. He watches as the van door opens and out hops a woman. Reddish -brown hair. Of indeterminable age at this distance. Body looks decent, nice rack. Ok she might be a good neighbor. Smiling she stands in front of her new home, looking around. She loved this place at first sight, the gated community, the privacy, unconnected townhouses and the abundance of tress and greenery. She glances left, Wait, was that, someone in the front window of the townhouse next door. Great, Not here two minutes and I'm already being spied on. Or maybe someone with voyeuristic tendencies. She unlocks the door and spends the next hour moving in small boxes, trying to get organized. The movers have emptied the van and left. Now she is sitting on the floor, open cupboards, empty boxes show she accomplished very little in the kitchen. Hearing the doorbell ring she yells "Its open come on in." Not bothering to look up she says hand me the shelving paper please? He does as asked. As he hands her the paper their hands touch briefly. Electric, she looks up into compelling bedroom eyes, a vivid shade of blue. "Thank you." he hears, she has a sultry sexy voice, "Your Welcome, I'm Jack, but everyone just calls me Burge." "Hi, I'm Kathleen, but my friends call me Kit." Exchanging small talk he offers to help and he half listens while he works and watches. "...I saved for 10 years to have enough money to make a sizable down payment... have vacation for the next 3 weeks so I can get settled in and decorate... work for my uncles store... furniture being delivered later today... splurged on a hot tub... workout twice a week... just turning 34..." Shes lively, affectionate smile, pretty face, warm green eyes, she moves fluidly, like a dancer. Ample breasts, more than a mouthful there! So that's why God gave me two hands. WooHoo I'll definitely be fantasying about those! Perhaps may be too much of a Miss Goody Two Shoes for me. Ah well she seems nice enough. Working together they easily finish the boxes in the kitchen, then on to the master bedroom and bathroom. He notices. " Hey, the master suite is exact opposite mine, See there's my bathroom window and my bedroom window ". "Uh yeah, I guess I didn't notice that when I toured the house, I'll have to be careful walking around, You never know who might be watching". {Wink} Did she just make a pass at me? .....Probably not. I said a little prayer to the god of voyeurism--lord, deliver me temptation-- The next two weeks were busy for them both. Outside of a few quick waves she didn't see him, She was busy settling in. What she didn't know is he spent every chance he could get trying to catch glimpses of her in varying shades of undress. What he didn't know, she loved to be watched. She didn't put a shade up in the bathroom, and while the curtains in the bedroom are dark, she left them sheer. She didn't close them at night and ran around in panties or a thong with a tank tee. She is an exhibitionist and very very horny. She planned a show for him tonight, the hottest night of the summer. She left him a message just before he arrived home... "Jack, I need, um, help in the back yard, Can you come over around 10?" Hoping he would come over ... and watch. Earlier in the day she made sure the chaise lounge was facing Jack's patio and the back of his house. She also made sure she had a towel and dildo... She walked out into the sultry night air, Nothing but a sheer white robe.... She says your name aloud, Jack, Notice me, see me, watch me, I desire to perform for you. Stretching my arms high above me, my full breasts straining against the soft material, my nipples hard and erect. Relaxing from my leisurely stretch, my hands gently glide down my shoulders, across my breasts and stomach, sliding down the length of my thighs. Drawing my hands back up, I bring with the edges of my robe, exposing my body inch by inch, as the soft folds of my robe flutter to the ground behind me. The feeling of the warm breeze on my breasts was lovely. I poured some lotion into the palm of my hand. Then I started to apply the creamy lotion to my breasts first. I used my fingertips to rub the lotion over my big tits, paying special attention to my nipples, gently rubbing them with the palms of my hands making them nice and hard. I have fair skin; my aureoles are a pinkish-brown color, bigger than a silver dollar and when erect, my nipples get thick and stand out about 3/4 of an inch. The combination of the night air, the oil, the outdoors and the nice feeling in my breasts was extremely sensual. My gentle rubbing soon became a little harder and I couldn't resist the urge to pull and pinch on my big nipples. Using long, slow strokes, I applied more lotion to my stomach and legs. I sat the bottle back on the table and started rubbing the lotion over my exposed flesh in slow, even strokes. First across my firm belly then down further to my pelvic area. My fingers brushed my pussy lips and sent a thrill coursing through me. One hand kept playing with first one nipple, then the other. I was looking down at them, jutting out so far and becoming a little red. When I felt the almost electric like current beginning at my nipples and going directly to my clit, I knew that eventually, I was going to be bringing myself to an orgasm. My eyes were closed and I smiled to myself hearing the sliding glass doors of your townhouse open. I knew you could see me clearly, The moon was bright tonight. I wondered how long you had been watching. I continued to rub the body lotion on with deliberate strokes that were very seductive. My pussy is getting damp as my hands moved back up to my heavy breasts. I cupped them, one in each hand, and squeezed them together while rubbing the nipples with my thumbs. I lifted a breast and my tongue darted to lick it's extended nipple, which made my pussy contract. I lifted the other breast and sucked my nipples into my mouth, suckling, licking, and nibbling on my nipples, First one then the other. When I slipped my fingers closer to my pussy, my body trembled, and the oil ran down onto my hairless pussy. I massaged my pussy lips, then spread them so I could rub my clit. My breathing had gotten faster as I grew more excited. I dropped my legs on of either side of the lounge and let my middle finger find my tingling clit. This excited me even more and I began fingering myself a little more aggressively. The excitement I felt lying naked outdoors, totally exposing myself and playing with my breasts and clit was very intense. Without even realizing it was going to happen, a deep moan escaped from my throat when my finger started making little circles over my clit. I moved both of my hands between my legs and lightly stroked the outer lips of my pussy. Without hair, even the slightest touch felt so sensuous. I used the fingers of one hand to separate my pussy lips and used a finger from my other hand to flick my clit. I leaned forward a little bit so I could see my little please bud coming out from under its hood. I put my finger into my mouth and got it nice and wet then started rubbing my clit. I sensed your presence and opened my eyes to see you standing a few feet away. Your expression was one of stark lust and desire. You are as naked as I am; the arousal that you feel is evident as you slowly began to stroke your hardness. Your eyes, the lids heavy from lust, are riveted to my body, so boldly displayed to please you. I saw you smile at me, inviting, encouraging. And I was lost, lost in showing you my pleasure. All my modesty and manners had vanished had been carried away on the flowing torrent of lava that had replaced my blood. I was rubbing my clit, still holding my lips open and softly started to moan, "Ohhh...That feels so nice!" I was moving my hips against my finger and began whispering loud enough for you to hear me, "Mmmm...I love that you're watching, me, Oh, Jack...I'm so wet; my pussy is just begging to be fucked. Ohhh...No, not yet, no fingers in my wet, juicy pussy just yet, my clit is enjoying this too much to stop." I could hear your heavy breathing, the undeniable sound of a man jacking off; I was so hot by now, when I looked down between my legs, I could see my juices all over my inner thighs. I raised my feet up to the edge of the chaise and moved my finger down to my pussy opening. I rubbed around the opening and brought my finger to my mouth, lightly tracing a line around my lips. I extended my tongue from my mouth and licked the tip of my finger, then closed my lips around it and sucked it into my mouth, tasting my sex. "Mmmmm... Sweet nectar!" I groaned. I kept my finger on my clit, but moved the other hand back up to my tits. I had my baby finger and ring finger under my tit and my thumb on top and used my middle and pointer finger to flick the nipple until it got long and hard again. I leaned my head back against the lounge; my hands were still busy rubbing my clit and tits. My breathing had gotten faster as I grew more excited. I started fucking myself. I only had one finger inside of me at first, but then put a second one in. My breathing was labored and my hand started moving faster and faster. I was moaning and groaning, my hips were jerking up against my fingers and my tits were bouncing up and down. I inserted a third finger into my pussy and after just a couple of more strokes knew I was going to cum. The sensations that flooded me were so erotic and intensified by being watched that it didn't take long for an orgasm to rocket through my body. My hips jerked and started thrusting my hand deep into my hot cunt. When the orgasm reached its peak, I shuddered and trembled from its force, my juices running out my pussy and down to the crack of my ass. My hand was soaked with my cum. I picked up the dildo and put the end into my mouth, getting it wet with saliva, positioning it at my already juicy cunt. Rubbing the dildo up and down my wet slit I let the little toy linger at my clit, rubbing the head of the hard plastic phallus against it, the feel of it eliciting a moan from my lips. The vibrations against my clit were delicious. I raised my ass up and started moving the dildo back and forth against my little nub. "Mmmmm Jack, Did you like seeing me cum? Do you want to see more? I want you to see more, I want to cum more! Watch me Jack, I love to be watched! Ohhhh, your so hard" I moaned softly when I started sliding it into my snatch and flipped the little switch on. One hand caressed my tits while the other worked the dildo in and out of my tight pussy. I groaned loudly as I started fucking my hole. My body jerked, trying to get more of the pretend cock inside of it. I writhe on the lounge chair as I fuck my battery-powered lover. Every now and then casting discreet glances towards you, making sure your still there, still watching me. I stared thrusting dildo in my cunt in and out fast, while I pushed one finger in my asshole. I fucked myself steadily for a good fifteen minutes I wanted my voyeur to know my orgasm coming, and I furiously begin pounding my toy deep inside my hot wet pussy, With a load cry of, "ohhhh...yeah, yeah, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum...Ohhhhhhhhh!" My hips thrust upwards and the waves of my orgasm overtook me. "Oh oh oh oh..ooooooooooh FUCK YEAH!" I screamed as my whole body reacted to waves of pleasure, my juices squirting out of me, covering my hand and the vibrator it holds, my hips rising off the chair to meet the final thrust. As my orgasm subsides, I pull the vibrator out of my dripping pussy, bringing it to my mouth, and savoring the taste of my own juices as I clean it off. Breathing hard, I smiled, loving the way I was feeling. I heard a grunt. Opening my eyes you are abandoning yourself to the pleasure, secure in the knowledge I would watch you; tantalized – hypnotized. I could see your gorgeous body freeze for a second, that little heartbeat that speaks of the immanent eruption of the volcano of lust and pleasure. I see your whole body twitch, arched back and shoot. Your eyes open and glowing as I am forced to share this moment of total abandon with you, and I felt myself lick my lips as your hot milky seed shoots out in thick globs after glorious globs of warm cum into the air. Lying there on the ground like precious sparkling diamonds, a precious and generous reward. I love that look on your face. It is so filled with passion... Watch Me and Don't Be Shy I made this one just for the ladies as they seem to be the ones listening to my stuff. Now you can join in and cum with me as I invite you to watch me... * * * * * Click Here to listen. (9 min/mp3) * * * * *